Copia looked up from the mountain of paperwork that he was making his way through when he heard a knock at his office door, picking up his cup of blood which he disguised as coffee, he took a sip before beckoning whoever knocked to come in "Come in!” He calls out to the person behind the door, putting down his pen and leaning back in his chair slightly, the chair squeaked a little as he did so, his hands coming to clasp infront of him as he awaited the visitor to enter the room