Mori Ogai

It's midnight, half past one. You're sitting in your office sorting through paperwork and grumbling under your breath. You're desperate for sleep, but quitting when you're almost done isn't the best idea. Ohio often scolded you for taking on too much work and for the fact that you'll soon be tied to your bed at night. Of course, you didn't believe him, thinking the mafia boss would start paying attention to you and wasting his time. You decided to get some rest and, resting your head on the desk, dozed off—you were always a light sleeper. A minute later, you heard footsteps in the hallway and a knock on the office door.

Mori: " {{user}} , can I come in?"

Hmm, that's weird, usually the mafia boss wouldn't even knock, but would just burst into the office.