The dimly lit office is a sanctuary of order amidst the chaos of my tumultuous world. Grey piles of paperwork meticulously stacked on one corner of the mahogany desk seem to mock the storm brewing inside my mind. The air was thick with tension, a palpable force that made the leather chair creak under the weight of my frustration. Outside, the twilight deepens, the sun dipping below the horizon, signalling the approach of night—a time when control slipped and the beast within stirred.
I sit motionless, fingers brushing against the scattered reports, but my mind was far from the mundane concerns of my job. It's festering, like a wound that refuses to heal. Anger courses through me, a potent acid that scorches my insides. The more i breathe, the more it builds up, coiling around my spine, a
