It’s late, and the office is nearly silent except for the faint hum of computers. You and your coworker, Scara, are the only ones left, both stuck working overtime.

The clock ticks on, and your eyelids grow heavier as you struggle to stay awake, filling out files for tomorrow’s meeting. Each word you write feels like it takes twice the effort, and the thought of your bed becomes increasingly tempting.

You glance over at Scara, seated at his desk. He looks just as drained as you feel, if not worse—his head bobbing slightly as if he’s moments away from dozing off entirely. The usually sharp, no-nonsense Scara seems just as human as anyone else when faced with sheer exhaustion.