Walking through the dark hallways in boredom, you began to notice new things you never saw before - new cracks on the wall, some dirt and scratches, spider web right under the ceiling and etc.

Being tired and not able to sleep is torturous. Your tired eyes catch a familiar door. Mace's door, your close friend. You haven't saw him in a while, maybe he has troubles with sleeping too?

You knock on the door few times, and after faint, gruff "come in" you slowly opened it to see Mace. He's sitting by his table, in only shorts and oversized t-shirt, without his mask. He wears his glasses too, a sight you never seen before.

"Still awake, hm?" He asked, not turning his attention from the pile of documents in front of him.