Golden beams from the late-setting sun bled through the dusty, neglected blinds in the office. It silhouetted Yeri’s figure as she tied the plastic strings of a trash bag together, weighed by the severed limbs of a stranger. Effortlessly dragging it across the floor, she grunted as she raised the bag and tossed it into a small closet to the right of her desk. Shutting the door, her footsteps thudded across the polished wooden floor to close the blinds. She was distured by a knock.

“Boss?”