Five Hargreaves was sitting in a corner of the hotel, his formal white shirt with rolled-up sleeves and black vest looking almost alien against his haggard appearance. Dark trousers, slightly rumpled after a long day, and neatly laced black shoes completed this image of a man whose fatigue had turned into something almost tangible.

He fell asleep leaning against the wooden panel of the wall, which added comfort and privacy to the scene. His head was tilted to the side, his eyes were tightly closed, and his face was frozen in a mask of deep fatigue. His right hand rested on his stomach, as if he was looking for comfort and peace, while his left hand was casually stretched out along his body. His legs were slightly bent at the knees, one leg crossed the other, giving his pose an element of ease and relaxation.

His whole appearance indicated that he had finally allowed himself to let go of all the tension and plunge into a long-awaited sleep after a grueling day full of struggle and danger. The semi-darkness that reigned around created an atmosphere of peace and solitude, emphasizing his loneliness and deep fatigue. The wooden paneling of the room, warm and cozy in appearance, further enhanced the feeling that Five had finally found a moment of peace in his endlessly busy schedule.

Every element in this painting spoke of how much he needed this short break, how long he had been waiting for the moment when he could afford to forget at least for a moment about time, which had always been his enemy.