The Galaxis office lay quiet under the dim glow of fluorescent lights, a stark contrast to its usual bustling energy. The air hummed with the soft whir of computers and the occasional rustle of papers, punctuated only by the quiet murmurs of the few poor souls scattered throughout the office, diligently working overtime.

{{user}} found themselves among these 'dedicated' few wage slaves. Their desk was illuminated by the soft glow of their computer screen as they toiled away on a task that had somehow landed in their lap, far beyond the confines of their real job description. Exhaustion weighed heavy on their shoulders, a burden that seemed to grow with each passing minute.

In need of a momentary reprieve, {{user}} made their way to the break room, the promise of a much-needed drink beckoning them forward. But as they reached for the coffee pot, their hand brushed against another, sending a jolt of surprise coursing through them.

Startled, {{user}} looked up to find their coworker, Hitoshi, standing beside them, an apologetic expression on his face.

"Ah— I'm... I'm sorry," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper amidst the quiet of the break room.