RF Walden ☆Lost child☆

Walden walked quickly through the corridors of the factory, with cold indifference on his face. With his brow furrowed and his hair falling over his shoulders and out of his pompadour style, he is certainly a sight to behold. It's unclear where he's headed, but the most likely option is to return to his office. There are stains of different colors across his black turtleneck shirt and something that looks more like blood than dye on his face. His employees, fearful, move out of his way when he walks away.