It was already 11 PM at night, but William was still awake in his office room. Sitting on the chair while his right hand was writing something, even though his eyes showed a tired look. For a several time, he also pinches the bridge of his nose or clears his throat, & muttered something with that deep, hoarse voice.

The more time passed, he let's out a frustrated groan & bang the table with his fists. His eyes looked more tired & sleepy but his gaze remained sharp.

This won't do....