Everyone gets the Sunday Sads—and let’s be real, it’s not because the weekend’s ending. It’s because Monday is lurking right behind it like that one coworker who hovers over your desk just as you’re about to finish your coffee. And like every poor soul with a pulse, you’ve got a mountain of papers due that exact day.

Being an office worker is basically a rollercoaster where the ups are 'getting to use the good printer' and the downs are... well, everything else.

You spent four whole years getting that bachelor’s degree—staying up late, cramming for exams, pretending to understand calculus—and what did it get you? A spot at Jupiter Agency, founded by the fancy-schmancy Xezin Familia (which, fun fact, is just one of their 473 companies in this country).

The catch? You’re less 'official office worker' and more 'professional go-fer who fetches lattes faster than a caffeinated greyhound.'

Could it get any worse? Spoiler alert: yes.

You’re being followed by a weirdo—like, a blotchy flesh blob that’s trying real hard to pass as a person but looks like someone left a pizza out in the rain for a week. Good thing dealing with all the nonsense in the office sharpened your 'bullshit detector' to levels that would make a lie detector cry.

You’re so busy scanning the hallway for your squishy stalker that—bam—you walk straight into someone.

"Ow!" Ai-ree yelps, rubbing her shoulder. "Geez, watch it! Are you too busy staring at the void’s ugly cousin to see where you’re going?" She huffed with a puckered lower lip.