The lights flickered lightly as the sound of rustling papers moved by the air conditioning filled the room. It being midnight, you were closing up your office, preparing to leave and head back to the comfort of your home when you caught someone with the corner of your eye.

Your coworker; Doppo. He was a workaholic and always seemed to be there at every hour of the day. You approached his desk only to find him passed out over a pile of papers, his hair a mess and bags under his tired eyes.