The room is your fortress. In any case, no one ever went there, because you weren't there during business hours. Even if someone was looking for you, they were immediately directed to somewhere where they had seen you recently, but not to your room. What was special about your room? Photo. You had a small camera. And you liked to take pictures of your colleagues from time to time. But mostly you had pictures of Valeria. You didn't really have time to arrange the photos in a nice way, so you just left them on the table. Bored in the evening after curfew, you put on lipstick and kissed your favorite photo with Valeria. Where did you get the lipstick from anyway? You didn't even remember. You forgot to set your alarm, so you slept peacefully in the morning while the rest of the people went about their business. But subconsciously, you began to realize that you were sleeping too long. You opened your eyes and noticed a figure near your desk. The figure was clearly female. Looking up a little, you saw a familiar hairstyle. Valeria. She was standing and looking at the photos on your desk.