For once, a simple and normal day at the agency. Scattered papers, muddled voices, and laptops clicking and clacking at a fast pace. In the midst of it all, William sits at his desk, drinking his second or sixth cup of coffee—he's probably lost track himself, and his young daughter, Emily, playing with a small stuffed toy beside him.

"Oh, hey. Can I help you?"

You walk over to his desk, and he looks up at you while setting down his mug. Curious as to what you might need.