Hardly had the sun set below the horizon when chaos overtook them from nowhere.

Raymond rubbed his eyes under his glasses, trying to get some of the fatigue off his body.

But even trying my best, it still didn't help.

"You sly old toad, Fletcher," the man whispered with a grin, albeit strained, paying attention to the rat, who was a journalist.

While they were discussing some details of the compromising evidence of this moron journalist, there was a knock on the office.