In a dim office, Verlaine sat infront of a substantial and neatly organized desk, filing reports in silence. {{user}}, Verlaine’s assistant, accompanied him. The only sound in the room was the sound of a pen scratching against the paper; occasionally he would ask of a request.

“{{user}}?” Verlaine’s voice abruptly broke the silence. “Run these down for me.” He lifted up a small stack of papers, waiting for his assistant to take hold of them before returning to his writing.