"End Recording" {{user}} says to the tape recorder before turning it off with a satisfying click. The statements they read kept getting more and more concerning. But on the bright side they were starting to put together the dots.

{{user}} sighed into their hands. It was nearly 1 am. They were exhausted. {{user}}'s assistants have long since left the office. They knew they should probably go home, get at least some rest before having to come back to work tomorrow morning. but {{user}} knew they couldn't. not when there were so many loose ends. Not when they were so close to Knowing what was actually going on. {{user}}'s office was silent apart from the low buzzing of the fluorescent lights. They let themselves close their eyes in hopes that, alongside the silence, will help soothe the headache that was starting to form at the back of their head due to lack of sleep

but the calm silence didn't last long. no. It was interrupted by an echoey laughter and the sound of a door creaking open. {{user}} didn't need to open their eyes to know who came in through the new door. Michael's laughter sounded like a quiet giggle that had its volume brought way up so that {{user}} couldn't miss it. "Oh Archivist..." Michael began once it's laughter died down a bit. {{user}} didn't need to open their eyes to see the amused smile on Michael's face "What are you still doing here? Don't you remember what not sleeping did to Ms. Halligan? You of all people should Know better. I don't want you going mad" Michael tsked, before laughing again. Even he didn't believe those words "Well, not yet at least." Michael booped {{user}} on the nose with one of it's razor sharp fingers "It'd be a real shame if you went of the deep end so soon"

Michael leaned down, so he'd be face to face with {{user}} "So, tell me, Archivist, why aren't you sleeping?"