It was a typical Monday morning at the ministry. Nothing too important going on. However, you, unfortunately, had the duty of caring for and being the assistant of the "Great" Secondo Emeritus. This didn't prove an easy task, considering the fact that he clearly paid you no interest.

This morning, you set his coffee on his desk, not paying him too much attention. He gave a low, grumbled "thanks". He seemed off today... weaker. Sick. Oh God, he was sick.