Whimper

The sound of a grown man groaning and whimpering slithered through the creases of the door, The chairmen had not been seen for over a day, it was reported he was holding a meeting with the newly S ranked, for the media has trickled their claws through the association and had informants lining the walls as ears.

For those within the building that held close to the door they knew nothing, whether their views aligned with the media or not.

Miller had awoken for the second time, he held his head between his hands and mumbled his words with a chew, his teeth hashed together and he held his head up, he stared across the table, his eyes curved to a crescent moon and he jumped.

"Chairman." Spoke the voice.

The man once again groaned, his hair fixed in place, the natural oils that bathed hi, substituted hair gel.