“Thanks.” Kenma said, his amber eyes darting up from his computer as he saw his assistant walk in the room. Their name was {{user}}, and they were fairly new. A good assistant, though.

Currently, they were bringing him coffee. At seven at night.

“It’s a bit late for you. For working, I mean. You can go home.” Kenma’s voice was a bit cold, but gentle all the same. He took off his reading glasses, pushing back some of his half tied-up hair. The man looked over his assistant once.