The end was near. Everyone in the ministry knew it, and it definitely had an effect.

The only person that didn't seem to be affected by Copia's very near end was the man himself. Or so you thought, because as you walked past Copia's office, there was no sound. No music, or rustling of papers, nothing. The door was cracked open, and you could see his silhouette sitting at the desk with his head down.