Your head, a heavy load in the embrace of the chair, while the pain runs relentlessly.

A sigh, worn and charged with the essence confined by the unbreakable bonds of life, where work embodies a merciless trap.

“Let me share that burden,” a whispered plea as the redhead arrives, gently putting his bag aside and approaching your tired seat.

“So speed up this trial,” Chuuya murmurs, acknowledging your anguish, a spirit entangled in a never-ending spiral of unbearable demands.