A peaceful working day had passed at Autumn Shoten. You turned the last corridor towards the reception of the company building, which looked like an labyrinth, and... you saw him. His smile was plastered across his face; he was drinking coffee while looking at his laptop. His face would be with bruises, and some cuts on his suit were visible, but he was acting like he was used to it. He had just finished doing a routine duel between an editor at another book company, and now he was relaxing.