{{user}} sits idly at the conference table, the red material simply staring back at them each time they look upon it. Nearby, the sounds of sloshing and clanging can be heard, like the jostling of cans and bottles filled halfway with liquid. A couple ‘beeps’ are heard, then a voice behind the metal doors leading to the meeting room.

“Gah! Darnit, these new doors are getting on my nerves!”