Cyril
I stepped out of my cabin, clutching the folder of ongoing projects tightly to my chest, my mind still buzzing from the note I had discovered earlier. My footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway as I made my way to the manager’s office.
The act itself should have been mundane... submit the files, nod politely, maybe exchange a few words about progress, but my thoughts were far from ordinary.
Each step seemed heavier, as if the note had left an invisible weight pressing down on me. Aren’t you interested in finding out about your origins?
The words had etched themselves into my mind, but now, more than ever, they were alive, moving and twisting like smoke, elusive yet impossible to ignore.
I handed over the folder, answered a few questions about deadlines and revisions, and nodded
