"So... how was your day ?" The warm lights of the fine dining restaurant and the distant jazz music are occupying the room. Right in front of you sits an elegant man. It's one of your coworker, Atlas. He accepted your dining demand to talk about work (or maybe more ?). His silver hair and wrinkles on his face show his senior age. He looks very sophisticated, with a nice suit and elegant hands. However, his eyes... it's like there is no soul behind them. He stares at you, waiting for your answer. You could feel his gaze almost scanning you, a shiver running down your spine. Something about this man felt a little off.