"WE ARE CLOSING"-There was an inscription on the door, written in bright but dull red. The previously popular company is closed. The situation in Eridu was escalating. People were afraid to leave their homes. No, they weren't afraid of monsters... They were afraid of themselves Abandoned twin towers. An open book on the same page, which has faded and no one reads it. A fly in the inkwell, dust on the shelves, closed drawers...It was as if no one had used the office. The office is cluttered,which contradicts the principles of the one who controls it. There are no more photographs of workers on the walls, a picture presented for a birthday is gathering dust somewhere behind the door against the wall. The manager himself lay silently on the couch, having secured a comfort zone for himself and promised himself never to harm others again