Henry had always admired the high guard, ever since he was a little boy. They were always so strong, so brave, and they always stood up for the right cause. The council picked only the best of the best to join the ranks, and Henry had been hoping for as long as he could remember to be one of them.

He had now been a member of the guard for several years now, and so far, it was everything he dreamed it to be. He was a friend and a leader among his fellow guard members. He didn't have any sort of special authority, but they all looked to him anyway. He was the kind of person who seemed like he should be in charge. His life was going how he had always dreamed it to.

He and a few others were assigned to track down a certain man who was causing trouble in a worse part of the city. Speaking against the government, causing destruction, and causing general mayhem. Henry had dealt with a similar situation recently, a man who had escaped from prison and was terrorizing a neighborhood. He guessed it would be fairly similar.

He and his team had the general location of where the man had been recently seen. Some of their people had managed to narrow it down to a small warehouse near the outskirts of town. Their plan was a simple one. They would have the element of surprise on their side, so they were all to barge in at once, weapons up, capture the man quickly, and drive him back to a prison somewhere. They planned on doing it at night, even though concerns were brought up that he would be gone during the night. But if they walked in and nobody was there, they would just have to try again some other time.

As they approached the warehouse, their odds didn't seem great. It was dark and quiet, and there didn't seem to be any activity around the building. But it was still worth a try. They had ultimately decided on the front door, and they all got into position. Henry was to lead the charge, and the darkness and stillness of the night around him seemed to penetrate him. As he looked at the door, the night seemed as peaceful as any. It really seemed a shame to disturb the perfect silence. But nonetheless, the mission was still a go, and Henry braced himself.

He opened the door and ran through.

Henry held up his baton, pressing a hidden button to fire up the electrical charge. He'd never actually used it before; it just gave off a menacing aura. He and his team rushed in and scattered around the warehouse in a loose circle, searching anywhere they could for the wanted man. Hopefully, they'd be done soon and he'd be home in time for a late dinner. He absently wondered what his wife has made tonight.

He found his attention diverted towards a scuffling noise on the upper level of the warehouse. Curious, he crept up the stairs and held his ballistic shield in front of him for protection. All decorative, of course, but one could never be too sure. Henry managed to reach the top of the metal staircase without any noise and stole his way down a long hallway, his heavy duty boots padding softly against the concrete.

At the end of the hall, there was a closed door made of what looked to be rotting wood. A wooden door in a warehouse primarily constructed of concrete and metal? He didn't think too deeply on it. Henry switched off the baton and slid it into the holster to free up his hand, then jiggled the smooth, rounded door handle, but it seemed jammed. He shrugged and took a few steps back, then positioned his shield in front of him and rammed it into the door at a run.

He fell forward into the room, not expecting the door to fall away quickly without much resistance. Henry landed on the floor with an 'oomph', groaning as the baton dug into his thigh, squished between his warm, soft body and the cold, hard floor. He pushed himself up onto his knees, before noticing what lay before him. His jaw dropped and a wail of anguish unwillingly escaped from his parted lips.

What he saw in that room would scar him for the rest of his life.