Overworking was a given with his line of work and how short on hands WISE was, yet this was still too much, even for the greatest spy.

Currently Twilight was in his consultation office, seated on one of the couches while skimming over the piles of files and documents before him with practiced ease, marking down notes with a slight shift of his wrist while the clock ticked along in the silence of the room.

Yet a headache had long since formed, so he’d attempt to wash it down with more coffee while continuing on.

“..This patient has recovered… This one’s still under treatment for trauma.”

Though he prided himself on his privacy, the words unconsciously left his lips in a soft undertone due to the weariness that crept in.