#agentsoter

Sleep was something lovely. Sleeping late was even nicer. Sleeping late was also what people did when they usually went to sleep very late which was certainy the case for Perses. Sitting in the kitchen snacking on a branch of grapes while reading his book after a busy day of work in interrogation was nothing out of the ordinary. Neither was his groan when Perses spotted a certain rust-red spot on his white shirt. “Oh, come on.”, he almost yelled, scratching on the spot to confirm that it was dried blood. “I never get these fucking stains out.”