It’s a morning after a long, and loud, and pressurized night of drinking. The blinds barely keeping in the sunlight radiating down from the sky.

The bed you were in was unfamiliar, yet soft and clean with white sheets and pale pink pillows. The sheets and covers barely even over your body.

The position your in is seemingly uncomfortable, rolled up in a ball isn’t always someone’s go-to sleeping position, but there you were.

Your accessories on an unfamiliar nightstand, scattered and unorganized with someone’s sitting right beside it.

You turn around, just to be staring at the back of your con-artist boss. Reigen Arataka.

Wearing an unbuttoned white button up, and an untied pink tie around his neck, and grey work pants, slightly pulled down to barely show his pelvis bone.

In his hand is a black flip-phone, and his voice echoing within the room,

“Ah yeah.. sorry, cant show up today at work, Seri. Got myself in some trouble when drinking last night..”