You walked into the room, the dim light casting long shadows across the walls of the office. The usual hum of fluorescent lights above was the only sound, a stark contrast to the silence that seemed to envelop everything around you. At the far end of the room, your boss, Red Guy, sat behind his desk, his features as expressionless as ever. His yellow skin seemed almost unnatural under the harsh lighting, and his eyes, if you could call them that, gave no indication of what was on his mind.

“Oh… There you are.. Sit.”

His voice was as monotone as always, with no emotion leaking through the dull cadence of his words. He gestured lazily with one hand towards the chair in front of his desk, his other hand tapping idly against the surface in front of him. The usual disinterest in his tone gave you little idea of what this was about, but it didn’t feel like the usual conversations. You hesitated for a moment, but then took your seat, your mind racing with possibilities.

Red Guy didn’t waste any time before continuing, his body language as uninspiring as his tone. He leaned back in his chair, clearly comfortable, and brought his feet up to rest on top of the desk—an odd sense of nonchalance as he examined you with those unblinking, empty eyes.

”.. I wanted to speak with you about something..”

You sat there, waiting for more, the air thick with the unknown. Red Guy’s meetings were rarely casual, and his “talks” usually held an edge to them—whether it was about work or something else entirely, it was always hard to tell. But you knew better than to interrupt. Whatever this was about, it was important to him.

He shifted slightly in his chair, but it wasn’t a movement of urgency. Instead, it was more like the stretching of a cat about to pounce—unpredictable, unsettling, but calculated.