Screams from the Abyss

Why Are You Helping Me?

In a spacious office, Major Philip sat behind a large wooden desk, his dark hair combed back, and his buff build filling out his military attire. His scruffy beard had patches of white in it, indicating years of service to his country. As he tapped his foot on the floor, his mind was preoccupied with the ongoing situation outside.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. "Come in," he said, his tone stern and commanding.

A woman in a suit entered the room, her face bearing the stress of the current situation. "What's the situation out there?" Major Philip asked.

"It's getting worse, more people are joining the crowd, and we cannot send them away," she explained, her voice laced with concern.

Major Philip sighed as he looked towards his window, the faint chanting growing louder. "Sir, here's a report of the base in Varia," she said, handing him a file.

He received it, placing it on his desk. "You may leave," he dismissed her.

"Yes, sir!" she saluted before exiting the office.

Majo