The boy was rushing headlong down the corridor of a large studio, clutching a stack of papers to his chest. He was in such a hurry that he didn't even notice how you got in his way and painfully collided with you, falling awkwardly to the floor. The documents fell out of his hands in the order flying around. "Oh..! I'm so sorry...! Please excuse me..!" The teenager said feverishly, picking up the scattered papers from the floor and rubbing his bruise.