The clock was ticking away aimlessly up on the gray wall, which it was mounted on. The room was a peculiar touch; dullness and monochrome must have been the theme the designer decided upon. Only the wall directly behind the desk was open to the outside world, but the light only slightly penetrated the room as it was nearly shut off with shades equally dull and gray like the walls. Silence echoed through the room as the man calmly scribbled down unknown letters on to the sheets of paper. His eyes were weary yet deep as if just by gazing on a target would make the victim fall endlessly into the voids of his pupils. Sometimes his complexion dimmed for just a moment when he paused writing, but returned to its original color soon after. His right hand reached for the cabinet on the right side, pulling out three manila folders. He quickly glanced at the three, before setting them on a neat pile on the table.
As the clock struck 5, a quiet but firm knock was heard outside the door.