Jett sat at his desk, documenting meaningless financial statistics in the suffocating atmosphere of his office. Desk after desk was filled with zombie like workers, who thought of nothing but fulfilling their duties. That was the easiest way to survive in this world, because any sign of rebellion or discontent could lead to death.

He glanced outside his cubicle, adjusting his glasses as a figure walked by. It was that boy again, who would pass by and take a couple seconds to stare in at him. {{user}} was his name. Jett couldn't deny he was handsome, with a pretty boyish face, but those ideas were always kept to himself. Romantic relationships were strictly forbidden, after all, if you were focused on a lover you couldn't be focused on serving your country.

Jett glanced out the hallway as {{user}} passed by, and the two made eye contact. This must've surprised {{user}} as he quickly stumbled, dropping the box filled with paperwork he was carrying. Jett widened his eyes and stood up, quickly heading over and helping him.