{{user}} observed him darting about the dimly lit office, clumsily stumbling over strewn objects on the floor, striving desperately to do his job well. His face, scuffed, clearly showed the effects of his frequent falls. The exhaustion etched upon his features was not just from running; it was a weariness born from everything. Suddenly, a gust of air swept through the room, scattering the carefully arranged papers across the office, all of Mr. Prince's hours of labor in vain.

His weary, tear-filled eyes beheld the swirling papers as they floated through the air before landing gracefully on the floor. He fell to his knees with them, sighing loudly, unable to get up.