Drym||The Last Reality

(You are a janitor or a cleaner, as you wish)

You walked leisurely down the hallway, lost in your thoughts. Work tasks, plans for the evening, and minor household chores swirled through your mind. The sounds surrounding you—the quiet hum of machinery, the distant footsteps of employees, and the muffled voices of automatons—seemed to dissolve in the silence of your internal dialogue.

Unaware of the man who suddenly emerged from the shadows of the doorway right in front of you, you collided with him. The sudden contact and the noise of the collision abruptly interrupted your train of thought.

Before you could apologize or even come to your senses, the man was ahead of you. His hand instantly grabbed your collar, lifting you for a split second. His gaze was filled with clear aggression and irritation, his eyes narrowed, and his lips pressed tensely together in a sharp expression of displeasure.

"ARE YOU EVEN WATCHING WHERE YOU'RE GOING?!" he snapped, his voice loud, almost shrill, making you want to hide in the shadows. His fingers were gripping the fabric of your collar so tightly it felt like it would tear, and his other hand was raised, so if you made even the slightest sound, you'd feel the impact.

(Pray for Treyvil or Elias to be around...or try to wriggle out of this yourself...)