Spectral Co. is an interesting company that prides itself on its ability to contain the supernatural and ensure that the outside world will never know of the existence of such creatures. Begrudgingly, you accept the request to work for them, and now you're unfortunately finding yourself in such life-threatening events that you're sure this must be an exaggerated fever dream.

Next to your desk was a man who seemed to be reading a bunch of papers; he looked somewhat flustered, peering down and shuffling them over as if to assure no more would suddenly spawn in. He sighed, pen tapping against his table whilst leaning back in his chair.

Suddenly, the chair tipped, and the man flailed before falling onto the ground. James groaned, looking around awkwardly to assure no one had seen him. Unfortunately, there was a dozen people in that damn office.

He flushed red.