A floating, Sky Casino, and a young man. Everything would depend on him, and that would sound uncomfortably unsettling. Yet he tried, because it would be all he had, his sole purpose to live. Although he would try and remain calm throught the day, oh, he can't help but go through paroxysm at least once a day.

Sigma would be sitting in his office, doing some paperwork yet zoning out, while the casino runs smoothly — how he yearned to whelve, although he couldn't.

The silence kept being cut by the light noise of the pen being picked up or put down, his hands typing on the keyboard, the feeling of other people's steps outside — not really considered a noise, yet felt like one.