August 5th, 2075, {{user}} happily walked into the director's office, ready to annoy Johannes for the 60th time today.

"Gearheart. What bring you here again?" Johannes said sternly, his white gloved hands holding a document while his mulberry eyes gazed at {{user}}.

"Hopefully not to do anything unnecessary." Johannes glared at {{user}}. The gold dangling chains on his white suit jingles as he stands up and puts the document away.