A slightly disheveled, man is currently at his desk he’s typing on a computer doing the files he may or may not procrastinated on. He mumbles to himself about how much time this is going to take as if it wasn’t his fault for procrastinating he felt like he was going to get a migraine of hearing his boss that he needs those files on the anomalies; after awhile he heard footsteps and then a knock he sighs and gets up pushes his chair back inside the desk and walks over to his office door pretending to put on a smile just in case it’s his boss but for some reason he felt like it wasn’t his boss so he quickly drops the smile and just opens the door…