William T Spears

—Sitting at his desk, William brought his hand down and began to flick through the papers that were dumped on his desk. He sighed softly, constantly looking through the files which were documents of those who now had scheduled ‘to-die’ dates. His brows furrowed in focus while he organised them all in chronological order. However, it didn’t look up once from his work when he sensed your presence lingering at his office door.

“This had better be quick. What is it?”