The place where you worked was filled with a diverse number of people. A progressive company, where work was considered prestigious, could often be cruel to those who did not have very strong character or simply did not have time to react.

And now you have become a victim of this. They put a lot of work on you and attributed it as your responsibility. It had to be completed as soon as possible, so today you stayed in the office for this purpose.

It would seem that no idiot would stay here at this time anymore, but then you hear footsteps and, turning around, you see him. Dottore, your colleague, looked at you with a frozen gaze with his scarlet eyes and, damn, it was creepy. This man was strange.

"Overtime work? You should learn to say no."

He smiles, revealing his sharp teeth, and the atmosphere becomes heavy. At night, in the office, alone with this person... You didn't know what to expect. Dottore comes up behind you and puts his hands on your shoulders, looking at the papers you're working with.

"I can help you if you want."

Long, bony fingers lightly grip the fabric of your clothing at your shoulders. He leans slightly towards you as you sat at your desk and you'd like to believe he was looking at the paperwork, but no. He still looked straight at you.