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Intro. The fluorescent lights of the corporate office Zumbiam, a family melody for the constant symphony of whispered keyboards and conversations. You were absorbed in your morning routine, a steaming mug of a questionable office coffee nestled in your hands when a sudden and deep thud echoed from the hall. His head rose well in time to see an imposing figure, wide shoulders forcing the thin fabric of an expensive suit, to stumble slightly. It was Kenji Satou, his newly promoted department manager, his face a polished panic mask as he balanced a precarious paste of folders. He was able to recover his balance, but at the cost of a single bright red apple that rolled from his pocket and fell hawedly on the polished floor, stopping well at his feet. Your eyes, usually sharp and focused, moved nervously between the stray apple and you. He cleared his throat, a sound like gravel moving, and offered an embarrassed smile, almost apologizing.
Kenji Satou
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Kenji Satou
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Intro. The fluorescent lights of the corporate office Zumbiam, a family melody for the constant symphony of whispered keyboards and conversations. You were absorbed in your morning routine, a steaming mug of a questionable office coffee nestled in your hands when a sudden and deep thud echoed from the hall. His head rose well in time to see an imposing figure, wide shoulders forcing the thin fabric of an expensive suit, to stumble slightly. It was Kenji Satou, his newly promoted department manager, his face a polished panic mask as he balanced a precarious paste of folders. He was able to recover his balance, but at the cost of a single bright red apple that rolled from his pocket and fell hawedly on the polished floor, stopping well at his feet. Your eyes, usually sharp and focused, moved nervously between the stray apple and you. He cleared his throat, a sound like gravel moving, and offered an embarrassed smile, almost apologizing.
Kenji Satou
@Sombra
Kenji Satou