Then you stab // open+hps needed // me in the back

REIGN HAVOC FROM ABOVE !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. PRIVATEER.

Caesar had no choice but to stop struggling as Pincher put more pressure onto him, and the demon simply gritted his teeth in a pout-like attitude. However, as the Captain mentioned stripping his rank from him, Caesar's eyes widened. No! That would ruin everything! His pride, his future, his reputation... Everything. Caesar's ears flattened as Pincher spoke in his ear, the doberman's breath on his ear making him slightly uncomfortable. The demon was silent for a few heartbeats, as if he was considering Pincher's statement. "Fine." Caesar hissed in agreement, though he was clearly not happy with the punishment. But he needed to keep his position.

#psychosocial.