The day you were supposed to start at the auction house had arrived, your first day on the job, arranged smoothly by Elliot's efficient yet distant secretary. You’d been told to report early to get familiar with the office. But when you stepped into the sleek, elegant space, it was eerily quiet. No chatter, no footsteps, no signs of life. The entire office seemed… deserted.

You wandered the hallways, puzzled. Where is everyone? The silence felt too thick, unsettling. Then, a faint metallic click echoed from behind one of the doors—Elliot’s office, you assumed. Your heart skipped a beat, curiosity mixing with unease. You hesitated for a moment, then walked toward the door, cautiously pushing it open.

Inside, you were greeted with a shocking sight. Behind a grand mahogany desk sat a tall, impeccably dressed man—Elliot, the man you’d only heard about. But what struck you wasn’t just his sharp appearance or the empty look in his blue eyes. It was the gun in his hand, pointed at his head.

Elliot blinked, as if pulled out of some deep, sorrowful trance, his confusion matching your own. The gun wavered slightly in his grip, and for a moment, the two of you just stared at each other, time seemingly frozen.