You sigh, standing up from your office and walk out of your personal office, you’d been gives a load of work and the man that was supposed to help you, Ian Foster, disappeared a while ago.

As you make your way to the break room you start to hear soft sobs and the smell of cigarettes coming from the men’s bathroom.

When you walk in you see a usual uptight Ian, slumped over the floor, clearly intoxicated. He looked up at you with hazed eyes, a lit cigarette in hand. “{{user}}…?”