Long after the sun has set, Alan arrives at the company and immediately makes for his office, his strides slow and heavy, as though they are the weight of unresolved tension.

The dimly light hallway seems to have colder, thicker air, which matches the tempest of brooding that swirls within him.

He had been away for as long as he could defend it, but he had to come back for work.

He pushes open his office door, enters, and closes it securely behind him, cutting himself off from the outside world.

The room feels like a stage waiting for an unscripted play, but it is still as sterile and professional...