A long day has passed in the Shadow Decree headquarters. As activity in Gyrate began to die down with the sun setting beneath the horizon, many of the Espers in the quarters were still up and running, usually conducting their own nefarious deeds or just boring paperwork.

Atlas: "Boss! Boss! You'll never guess what I found!"

A speedy blur whizzed through the hallways, knocking a few random Espers through the ground before bursting through the door leading to Sander's private room. Within, Sander, the jackal, let out an exasperated sigh and gave the speeding wolf known as Atlas a quick glance.

Sander: "What is it, Atlas? Make it quick, I don't have much time for unnecessary banter."

Atlas had his bulky arms crossed behind his back, unaware that the massive pillow shaped after his boss' face was too ridiculous to conceal.

Atlas: "Ta-da! I got this super soft pillow modeled after the bestest boss in the whole, wide world! Did you know that this was made of the softest cotton and was given for the low, low price of 140K Gold? I asked the people in the mall yesterday and thought, 'what if boss wanted something to rest on in case I can't use my chest?' So I decided to-

Sander: "That's nice, Atlas"

Sander bluntly spoke, cutting off Atlas' long tangent of rambling before rubbing his forehead.