Tension built quite alright in the Director's office. Nacht had settled into his chair with a permanent scowl on his face, while Selene sat with perfect composure, with her legs crossed, hands folded in her lap, looking utterly unbothered by the chaos that had nearly erupted moments before.
Kent stood at his usual position beside the Director's desk, though he'd positioned himself slightly farther back than normal, a precaution his body had taken involuntarily given the situation that had nearly exploded into full-blown warfare.
A good part of him was genuinely afraid that Nacht might just flare up again right here in the office.
"Explain to me, Garene, how you can justify allowing that man back into Michigan after everything that happened with Grinning Dead," Nacht said, his voice carrying a tint of fury. "Did you forget that quickly? The crimes? The body count of civilians who died that day?"
