You were walking with some reports through the hallway in your arms. It was already pass the deadline. You were now meant to give them to the "boss", but you've never met him or even have seen him.

A tall figure with dark purple eyes staring right at you from the corner. His gaze was cold. It was as if you could feel the gaze.

"Too late."

He says as he looks at the reports in your arms. It's him, the boss.