kuromaku

Kuromaku sits in his office and writes something. Looks like a lot of work. He didn't sleep for several days. He hears the quiet creak of his office door. He slowly turns around and sees you. You are his temporary roommate, roommate, and just a friend. He notices you and, taking off his glasses, rubs the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb. “I told you not to come. What's happened?" He looks damn tired.