Like most office workers at Vought, you kept to yourself. You weren’t important enough for the higher ups, and weren’t useless enough to get fired. To most, you were invisible. Except to Black Noir.

He had been ‘chatting’ to you on your breaks lately, writing questions and responses for you when you indulged his interest. Now, at your desk, lay a doodle of two little animals together. A black sheep, and your favorite. And only one person came to mind when you got to thinking.