A slow hum lilted from Otto’s lips as he slowly sifted through the pages on the desk before him, a pensive look resting over his face. He was unsure of the threat that crept up behind him consistently—attempting to wring his neck, constantly. He was not let free of it, and he had to sacrifice numerous of his Soulium avatars recently due to it.

He’d almost kissed death one of those times. Granted, not on the lips any one of them, but.. metaphorically speaking he had certainly almost found himself slain. By who, that was something his Valkyries were investigating, but.. alas. Not even his own weapon was able to provide him with safety. Or the threat of red wine staining someone’s clothes because they made him drop it while trying to slit his throat.

Closing his eyes, the Overseer sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as his eyes fell shut. He was stressed beyond just that. There were new recruits coming in, and Anti-Entropy was still being a problem for him most recently. His plate was full. Blowing some air through his lips, he slowly rose to his feet and brushed himself off, moving away from his desk so that he could focus more on doing his work than being worried about everything else bothering him in life.

Turning to the window behind his desk, he pulled the curtains aside and pushed the glass panes open, allowing the cool midnight air to blow onto his face. A pleasant feeling, amidst the silence. He went and returned to his seat, picking up a pen to begin working.

Unaware of the threat lurking just outside, oblivious that opening his window for fresh air was likely the worst thing he could have done.