Across the pristine white hallway, a young lady with sharp-cut bangs and a ponytail sprinted through, staggering and nearly collapsing. She bore a bandage on her neck and several more on her thighs.
She steadied herself as she halted before the door at the end of the immaculate corridor. She cleared her throat and straightened, clutching a tablet in her hand.
Then she knocked gently before turning the door handle.
As she entered, a bright, expansive room unveiled itself before her. In the center of the room, on a raised platform, sat a sleek, cutting-edge capsule.
A young man with long hair—currently facing a mirror and fastening his wristwatch after donning his fine black suit—spoke without glancing in her direction.
"I suppose you're finally ready to quit."
The young man finished adjusting his wristwatch and eventually turned.
The lady dropped to her knees immediately.
"No, sir! I would never dare. I have momentous news, sir."
