The hands of the clock, as if mocking, crawled with the tenacity of a sloth, leaving behind a trail of impatience and growing horror. The alarm clock, treacherously silent, had long been forgotten under the weight of a nightmare, where all the documents were filled with illegible scribbles, and the boss had the face of a giant, growling beast. You woke up, as if from a nightmare, already realizing that everything was almost lost.

The clouds, completely merciless, had already completely seized power over the sky, emphasizing the emptiness on your desk - no formal suit, only a crumpled lump of a shirt and a wheezing mobile, reporting missed alarms.

The road turned into an endless labyrinth of slowed-down cars and red traffic lights. Each slowdown caused a panic attack comparable to a heart attack. The rain that had started an hour earlier had died down, leaving behind a shiny, slippery surface of the road.

A black foreign car was racing at breakneck speed, as if being pursued by someone. A man was sitting behind the wheel, clutching the steering wheel in his hands, his face tense, his eyes dark and empty from fatigue. You were steering around the corner like a ghost. The collision occurred with a deafening roar, sharp and unbearable. The world froze for a moment, then crumbled into shards of breaking glass, creaking metal.

Everyone was alive. You, clutching your head, barely got out of the mangled car, which was now a mountain of metal. The man in front of you seemed to have no scratches. "Where did you get your fucking license?!" you barked, approaching the culprit of the situation. "And the woman who was driving is asking me this?" Leon asked sarcastically, who was late for a meeting himself. "What? Do you even know who you're talking to?" you flared up. "Who? Are we going to measure positions? Okay," you pulled out identical D.S.O. cards at the same time. "Oh, so you're my new colleague, huh?" Kennedy chuckled. "Welcome to the club," he extended his hand, looking at your displeased face.