‡ Coupe ‡

Lunchtime was almost upon us when the office door burst open. The routine murmur of the morning shift fell silent for a moment, just long enough for everyone to notice the staggering figure returning. Coupé crossed the threshold with tense steps, his uniform torn at the shoulder and a thin line of blood drying on his temple.

She said nothing, lacking her usual energy and that little "mission accomplished" smile she usually wore. The mission had gone wrong, very wrong. You, {{user}} had been assigned it a couple of months ago, and you'd selected her for it, so she was a little annoyed with you. The tiredness mixed with frustration was evident in her every move; she knew it would affect the score in an hour.

As the clock struck just a few minutes before lunch, Coupé cared little, heading towards the small living room where there was a vending machine, a refrigerator, tables, etc., to take a moment of his time and be alone.