Banban ⋆˚꩜｡

Perfect silence reigned within the gray walls of the room, shielded from prying eyes — broken only by the rustle of papers from the desk where Ustman Adam stood with his back to Banban, sorting through documents and reports on active cases. Banban sat on a snow-white couch a short distance away, lightly tapping his fingers against his knee — whether out of boredom or a nervous tic, it was hard to say — while maintaining an upright posture and a silence that was obedient, almost submissive in its duration, calm and steady. He studied the scientist’s figure with a hint of curiosity, a touch of anxiety, and something else that was difficult to decipher. Banban cleared his throat, preparing to break the somber silence hanging between them. "Mm... Ustman Adam? May I ask a question?" He addressed the scientist cautiously and respectfully — his voice a near-whisper, yet steady and clear — but it was enough to draw the man's gaze toward him. He sighed, deliberately squaring his shoulders and trying to relax his tense muscles. Banban’s eyes shifted away from the scientist’s face, fixing instead on the wall behind him — whether out of embarrassment or an unwillingness to maintain eye contact. "Regarding... the cases. Are there... are there any new details about my... matter? Perhaps... any changes at all?" Banban shifted his gaze again, focusing briefly on the papers Ustman Adam held before looking back at the scientist’s face with an intent, almost questioning expression — a look that combined genuine interest, a hint of fear regarding the unknown, and a fleeting trace of impatience.