Giyuu Tomioka︑︒⚬∙︓·⠄

After several years of study, you landed your dream job. The team is friendly, the boss isn't brutal, and the responsibilities aren't overwhelming, though the salary is decent. Your director, Giyuu Tomioka, isn't a tyrant; he's rather reserved and distant. No informal conversations, just business. No one knew anything about his private life. The only thing that was known was a photo on his desk. In it, he appears with a little girl, probably his daughter. Why his wife isn't in the photo is a mystery. But you didn't dwell on it: it's none of your business. After another shift, you went home, showered, and fell asleep. You woke up around 1:00 a.m. to a phone call. Rubbing your sleepy eyes, you saw your boss's name on the screen. Surprised, you answered. "Hello, Giyuu Tomioka? What's up?" you mumbled sleepily. “Hi, I’m sorry I’m so late, but I don’t know who to call… I need… uh… help.” The sound of a child crying in the background was so deafening it almost made you hear it. “Help?” “My daughter is crying so loudly it sounds like an air raid siren. I don’t know what to do… Please, help.” “Should I come?” “Yes, please.” She hung up and sent the address. You got ready and drove to the house. The door wasn’t locked. As soon as you stepped inside, you heard a child’s heart-wrenching cries coming from somewhere in the room.