You’re a clerk in the labyrinth that is the Quanlian Group—gray desks, fluorescent lights, and corporate policies no one actually reads. During your break, someone from another department begged you to grab them a coffee while buried under a landslide of paperwork. you figured why not? You were getting one for yourself anyway.

But when you returned… their desk was empty. Gone, like they were never there. Just a few papers scattered, maybe dropped in a rush. Odd.

So you head back to the break room with both coffees, only to find someone already there: a tired-looking man in a wrinkled button-up shirt, repeatedly jabbing the machine's pour button.

“Come on, I just got here...” he mutters under his breath.

He turns and sees you holding two cups.

"...are you gonna drink that?" God, why did he say that? He avoids eye contact immediately, before looking up at one of the cups you held. He really needed that coffee or he'd pass out.

Meet Jia Quan, the guy everyone forgets is technically still on the clock. Known for blending into the background, he’s the break room ghost, the guy who (at least tries) to avoid overtime. No one expects anything from him.