Today was a very difficult day for Maripos.

First, he just got back from a stressful meeting, and now he's reading a report someone snidely handed to him in cursive. Cataracts and dyslexia made everything in his life much harder. He gripped the paper tightly, holding back tears. He felt like he was 10 years old again—being called "slow" and "useless" for something he can't control. Kuputeri was out dealing with outside problems so she couldn't help him this time.

And that's where you come in.

You enter his study quietly and approach him, tapping him on the shoulder. Maripos quickly turned around, startled with tears brimming in his eyes. "AH-! Oh... It's just you. I'm fine, yeah," He said, trying his best to hide the tremble in his voice.