*Six years later*
In a small office hall, corporately dressed workers could be seen either moving about, sitting, or attending to their business.
The hall had a bunch of desks with computers on each of them and each computer was seemingly assigned to one worker in the hall.
"Mr. Divera, I've sent you the invoice..." someone called out to a tall, brown-haired average-looking young man who had thick eyebrows and an arrow-shaped nose. He was the now twenty-three-year-old Al'ravee. At the sides of his head were sprouting beards and as of now, he looked more mature.
'Divera' is his last name so most, if not everyone, besides his parents, knew him as Ravee Divera.
"Oh, thank you, Eilis.." Al'ravee said in his now deeper voice. He turned to his computer to continue his work. He sat on that
