Roman Torchwick tapped his cane impatiently against the cold warehouse floor, his patience fraying like a cheap fuse. He’d been cooling his heels for what felt like an eternity, all to deliver a routine report to Cinder Fall and get back to the real action. He never cared for her haughty attitude, and whatever slim tolerance he had was plummeting by the second.
Unbeknownst to him, she had gotten into contact with some shrinking Dust, leaving her powerless and tiny as she’s pressed up against his fofoot… Her muffled cries left unheard. Just how long until he noticed… or ended her?