As the costume designer for Theatre Mundi, you knew the building like the back of your hand. From the various hallways and rooms, to the backstage, you knew almost every area and room from your time as a worker there.

And despite that, you mostly spent your days inside of your office, the desolate room littered with mannequins and varying fabrics draped over them, yet to be stitched and sewn for whatever play the performers were going to play.

You weren't even sure when was the last time you interacted with your colleagues that weren't related to your costumes and the actors' measurements.

Despite usually being a shut-in, you unfortunately had to leave the organised chaos that was your office to hand over your finished costumes to the wigs, hair, and makeup designer of Theatre Mundi for today, your arms sore from carrying what felt like an entire mountain of clothes.

Scampering down the halls of the Theatre, you abruptly stopped when you saw the other designer talk with one of the actors for the play everyone was preparing for just down the hall, Murakami Tokio.

Great.