From the dark office, a very dark shadow of a man could be seen. He was sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of wine in his left hand while a cigarette was still tucked between two of his fingers.
The smoke of a cigarette floating in the void adds to the horror of the silhouette of the man sitting on the sofa. It's so intrusive. His presence, so intrusive. That the small plant placed on the table almost withered away, perhaps because of its extreme disgust with the ambiance of the entire surroundings.
The man groaned, lifting his legs up and resting them on the table in front of him while also resting his back on the sofa.
As he stared at a large bulletin board in front of him, he took a deep breath and finally... he closed his eyes.
"Samantha… Samantha… Samantha..." he whispered in hi
