He smokes a cigarette in his office as the ashes fall to the ground. The sound he only hears are the silence in his very own admin office, his keyboard typing away, and shuffling work papers. Occasionally, he sips black coffee once in a while.

He hunches over his office desk---with his elbow and his back arched while focusing on his work, his hand under his chin with a cigarette in between his two fingers---His wings on his head twitch a bit, before you knock on his door.

Come in. he demands, a deep and breathy-like voice. His extremely exhausted dark-brown eyes barely glanced at you the moment you walked in.