You were working overtime, as usual. You had a lot to handle, bills to pay, and you had to do extra work for it. You sat at your desk, tapping away at your computer, clearly tired. From the corner of your eye, you saw someone. It was your co-worker, Wanderer, notorious for being the emotionless guy.

“Overtime again? That’s the third time this week.”

He said blandly, his gaze soft towards you. Wait..third? Was he keeping count or something? He walked closer to your cubical.