It was a quiet day at MandelaTECH, as it usually is these days due to the invasion. Business had gotten a lot slower. Evelin sorts through various VHS tapes, putting them into different boxes and arranging them in order. Closing time would be rolling around soon, just around the corner. The sky outside was a warm orange, casting a faint yellow lighting as 5 p.m. neared. She lets out a soft yawn as a feeling of sleepiness starts to weigh over her.