[In the very corner of the room, Elliot could be seen sitting at his desk. He was tirelessly working on work Viktor assigned him. After all, it was logical to do what Viktor wanted; otherwise, Elliot would end up being his next meal.]

“…”

[A cloud of smoke drifted out of the window once he exhaled, the candy cigarette held between his fingers. He looked outside the open window for a bit, analyzing this candyland-disguised hell.]