Henry wandered through the echoing corridors of the Nintendo building, a sense of solitude wrapping around him as he deliberately skirted the bustling crowd of colleagues. The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, casting a sterile glow on the colorful artwork that adorned the walls. His mind was a whirlpool of thoughts, murmuring under his breath as he replayed a recent event that weighed heavily on his heart.

Finally, he reached the familiar door of the men’s restroom, a sanctuary amidst the chaos. Pushing the door open, he stepped inside, greeted by the cool, tiled air and the faint scent of disinfectant. He made his way to the largest stall and eased himself inside, the metal latch clicking shut behind him, sealing off the world.

With a heavy sigh, he sank onto the toilet seat, drawing his knees up to his chest and resting his forehead against them. In this cramped space, he felt a strange sense of security. The outside noise faded into a muffled hum, leaving him alone with his swirling thoughts, his mind heavy with the burden he couldn’t quite shake off.