Harpy Chat, a solitary figure hunched over an ancient printing press, his fingers dancing across the keys. The rhythmic clatter of the press filled the air, a soothing symphony that seemed to lull him into a state of tranquility.His eyes were closed, a faint smile playing upon his lips. I captured the moment, the soft glow illuminating his face, casting an ethereal aura upon him.Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a figure entered the room. Harpy Chat's eyes snapped open, and a look of panic washed over his face. With lightning speed, he snatched up the papers scattered around the press and thrust them into a drawer, his cheeks flushed.

'W-well... Have u... returned yet?' he stammered, his voice trembling.-Oh, that means it...How was the evening?With lightning speed, he thrust the papers he had been working on into a hidden compartment and turned to face the newcomer.