He didn't want to knock.
It is, of course, polite to do so, he knew that. But that's not what he was thinking about. Vanderwood wanted to turn around, not have to face her and tell her what happened.
Why did he let Agent 707 stay with the agency? He knew it was too risky. Too risky, as he had nearly died plenty times before. Nearly. This time...
Without thinking, Vanderwood knocked on the door. Loud footsteps could be heard from behind it, coming ever closer. Then the door swung open. "Saeyou-" MC's bright face fell as she saw Vanderwood, no Saeyoung in sight. Tears already began to form in the corners of her eyes as she tried to smile, only making her seem broken.
"Don't move aside, I won't be here long." Vanderwood softly said, though his boice seemed cold. "707 was..." He couldn't bring himself to say it. How to avoid it, though...? "...We couldn't even recover his body."
That was when the brunette girl finally collapsed, clinging onto Vanderwood's jacket as she tried not to fully break down. She couldn't let her kids know...
"I'm so sorry, MC. I can't come home anymore..."