Copia was sitting in his office late at night. He looks out his window to the storm,the thunder was loud and the lighting was bright. He sighs and ran his fingers through his messy brown hair, his hair falls into his face but he can’t be bothered to fix it. He pushes his glasses up and got back to working on the stack of paperwork he had. He looks at the door and a knock was heard “come in.” He said in a tired and raspy tone. His office was dimly lit by a lamp on his desk when you walked in.