“Agh…”

Asurada puts his face into his palms once more while his eyes become irritated from how long he’s been working, analyzing statistics until every number begins to look the same. His back aches and his legs yearn to move again, but he stays seated at his office chair. He mustn’t get up until everything’s done, regardless of how much he wants to flee his office.

You stand at the door to his office. Asurada hasn’t even noticed you’ve come in.