There Are No Humans in the Monster Company — Chapter 37: Toward the Truth Break Room

Chapter 37: Toward the Truth Break Room

Some time had passed.‍‌

Not‍⁠ many things had‍ changed.

Although‌ perhaps because I had been kidnapped‌‍ and then returned from some unknown⁠‌⁠ place, Assistant Manager⁠ Son had started‍⁠ bringing me Americanos⁠ more often.

I still belonged to‍ Extraction Team 1.‌

And‍‍ I was still⁠‍‍ working in Zone D of the‍⁠‌ Extraction Room.

Class‌ D dimensional entities.⁠

Relatively‍ low-risk level.

Repetitive extraction tasks.

The‌ monsters that had‌ left me breathless‍‍⁠ at the mere‍‌‌ sight of them now gave me‍ a sensation similar‌⁠ to washing my‌ face with ice-cold‌‌ water.

Uniform‍ inspection.

Face‍ placement by Manager‍ Myeon.

Beginning‍⁠ the extraction.

After‍‍⁠ finishing the work,‌‌‍ writing reports.

Receiving⁠ approval stamps.

And‍ when the workday‍ ended, returning to‍ my apartment to⁠ review the company’s‍ strange applications or‌ write in my‌ journal.

The‌ end of the‌ day was always⁠‌‌ wrapped in silent‍ muteness.

However,‌⁠ there was one⁠ change.

Now‍‍ I could spend money.

Even⁠⁠ if only a little.

The‌ phone notifications that‌ had once been⁠‌ useless had begun‌ to have value.⁠‍

“Let’s‌⁠‍ go.”

Lunchtime.‍

When‌ the sound of⁠⁠ keyboards in the‌⁠ office began to‍ fade.

That⁠ voice would suddenly‍‌‌ come from behind‌ me.

White⁠‍ hair.

Strange⁠⁠‍ eyes.

And⁠‌ the figure of‌ Moon Ara, Head‍ of the Security‍ Team of the‌ Order Control Room,⁠ appearing as always‍‌ in that perfectly‍‌‍ pressed coat of skin.

Although⁠ I had declined⁠ the departmental transfer,⁠⁠‍ for some reason⁠ she still came‍⁠‌ to find me.⁠

About‌⁠⁠ twice a week.

It‍‌ wasn’t an excessive frequency.

But⁠ those two occasions‍ were the only⁠‍ moments that truly‌‌‌ allowed me to‍ feel what it⁠ meant to breathe‍ again within this‌⁠⁠ company.

Just⁠ two days ago,⁠‌ I had gone‌ out with her⁠ as well and⁠‌ visited restaurants that‍⁠⁠ I could never have afforded during⁠‌ my years as⁠ a job seeker.

— As long as⁠ it isn’t overeating,‍ I think periodically⁠‌ enjoying good food⁠⁠ or elaborate dishes‌⁠ suits you quite‌ well, Mr. Haeil.⁠⁠‌

Since⁠ even the doctor had recommended something⁠⁠ similar, it seemed‌⁠ to be quite⁠ effective.

I had rejected her⁠‍ recruitment offer, but‌ perhaps if I got along better⁠ with her, I could enjoy life⁠ a little more.‌‍

Today,‌ we once again‍ entered the elevator.‍

And⁠ crossed a door.

Sunlight.‌‍

People.⁠

Seoul.‌

The⁠‌⁠ smell of accumulated‍ sweat.

People‍⁠ walking with iced‌⁠ coffee and cell‍‍ phones in hand.‍⁠

Moon⁠ Ara’s white hair‌ gleamed softly among⁠⁠ the crowd.

And‌‌ I walked silently,⁠ following her shadow.⁠‍

We went to whichever‍ restaurant appealed to‌‌‍ us.

We ate.

Had coffee.

And visited bookstores when⁠‍ she suggested it.⁠⁠

Time‍ to walk in⁠‍ silence.

To‌‌ sit.

To‌⁠ breathe.

It⁠ was simply pleasant.

After‍ finishing our meal,⁠ we returned to‍‌‌ the office.

I watched the team‌ members disperse to their respective stations.‍

Supervisor‌‌ Shik was growling⁠ somewhere.

Assistant‍⁠‌ Manager Son was‍ dozing with his⁠ fist embedded in‍ the logbook.

And⁠ it seemed Director⁠ Mok had gone⁠‌‍ somewhere to spread⁠ his stems and‌ roots.

Manager‍‌‍ Myeon.

As⁠‌ always, he wasn’t‌‍ there.

And‍‌ that wasn’t strange⁠‌ either.

He⁠‌ was an existence‌ capable of quietly⁠ disappearing from the‌⁠ office without anyone‍‍⁠ questioning it.

I sat down in⁠‌ my chair and⁠⁠‍ tried to catch‍ my breath.

The⁠‌ memory of sunlight⁠ still floated behind⁠‌ my eyelids.

I closed them slightly.‌

Breathed‍‍ slowly.

Tap,‍⁠ tap.

The‌‍ sensation on my‌ shoulder was gentler‌ than I expected.‌

But⁠‌ it contained a strangeness that was‍ impossible to describe.⁠

I slowly turned my⁠ head.

And‍⁠ right in front‍‌ of my eyes‍ was a dark⁠⁠⁠ red tentacle, as‌⁠ though it had⁠‌ grown directly from⁠‍ an elbow, lightly tapping my shoulder.‌

‘That‌ scared me.’

I swallowed the scream.⁠

The‌ tentacle recoiled in‌ surprise.

And⁠ behind it appeared‌ a familiar smiling‍⁠ face.

It‌ was Manager Batori.

Her‍‌ silver hair, shining⁠ like platinum, swayed⁠ down to her‍‍ waist.

Her‍ skin, paler than⁠⁠ usual, appeared almost‍‌ ghostly beneath the⁠‌‍ dim office lighting.‍

Her‌ dark red eyes‍‍ pierced directly into‌ mine.

“Mr.‍ Jeong Haeil.”

“Yes,‍ Manager Batori.”

Instinctively,⁠⁠ I put on‍ my professional smile‌ and politely lowered my head.

Amid‍‍ the brief silence‌ following lunch with‌ Moon Ara, a strange presence drifted⁠⁠ toward me like‌ a gust of‍ wind.

“Come.‍ We need to‌⁠ talk for a moment.”

Manager⁠ Batori rested an‌⁠‍ elbow on a chair and leaned‌⁠‌ forward.

She⁠⁠ was much closer⁠‍ than I expected.⁠

Close‌ enough that I could feel her‌‍ breath.

Her⁠ red eyes pierced‍ me from that⁠ distance.

I moistened my dry‌‍‍ lips and nodded.‌‍

“Of‌ course.”

At‍ that response, Manager⁠⁠ Batori tilted her‌⁠‌ head slightly.

That‌ tiny movement contained‍ a strange disappointment.‍

***‌‍‍

It‌‍ was the first‌‍ time in a long while that‍ we had returned‍‌‍ to having private‍ conversations in the break room.

The‍ moment the door⁠‌ closed, Manager Batori spoke.

“It‌‍ seems you’ve become‌ quite close to‌‍ Manager Moon Ara‍ lately.”

That⁠ was not a compliment.

Her⁠ tone remained elegant.‍‌

But⁠ deep dissatisfaction and⁠ obvious displeasure coiled⁠‍‌ within it.

I hesitated for a moment.

Here.‍⁠

Or‌ rather, in front⁠ of an existence⁠⁠ like her.

Hiding⁠‌‍ things was not‍⁠ always the best‌ strategy.

In‌‍ the end, I hadn’t left.

And‌‌ as long as‍ it wasn’t something‍‌‍ fatal, I would⁠‌⁠ probably survive.

“I⁠ did. Actually, I received a transfer‌⁠ offer. To the‍ Security Team.”

The⁠ instant I finished⁠ the sentence.

Manager⁠ Batori’s red eyes⁠‌ dilated.

Her⁠ skin began to‍‌‍ tear apart slowly.⁠‌‍

There‌‍ was no other way to describe it.

The⁠⁠ flesh of her‍ cheeks and the‌ corners of her‍‍ lips split open slightly.

And‍ within those cracks‍‌ appeared tiny red⁠‍ eyes lined up like soldiers.

A tongue dangled from‍ her half-open mouth.‍

And‌ from it extended‌ another, even longer‍‍ tongue, tentacle-like, which‍‌ began slowly licking the floor.

I had made a catastrophic mistake.

Then‌‌⁠ her voice rang⁠‍ out.

“How dare you?”

“…Manager‌ Batori?”

“How‍ dare you abandon‍ the grace bestowed‌ upon you by⁠ this humble servant?”⁠‌

“W-wait⁠ a moment. It’s‌‌‌ a misunderstanding, Manager‌‌ Batori.”

“Are‌ you telling me‍⁠⁠ you fell under⁠ the spell of⁠ that vulgar proposal?”⁠

“That you intend to‌‌ hand over this⁠⁠⁠ humble servant’s bloodline‍ into the greedy‍ hands of an‍ avaricious parasite?”

This‍ was not the Manager Batori I usually saw.

The‌ current Batori was‍ something constructed from‍‍ blood.

The‌‌ elegant and dignified‍‌ exterior was tearing‌ apart, revealing the‍‍⁠ original existence hidden⁠⁠‌ inside.

“You‌‌ miserable little insect,‍ how dare you‍⁠‍ covet this noble⁠ one’s lineage?”

Manager⁠ Batori’s eyes and mouth opened vertically.‌⁠‌

More‍‍ tentacles writhed within.‍

By‍ that point, dark⁠⁠⁠ crimson vein-like strands⁠ had also begun‌‌‍ spreading through her⁠ hair.

“This‌‌ is an invasion‌ against this noble⁠ one. A theft.⁠⁠ A humiliation.”

This‌ couldn’t continue.

If things went on⁠⁠ like this, I had a feeling‍‍ that at least‌ one among Moon‌ Ara, Manager Batori,‌‌ or myself would‌‌‍ end up dead.‍‍

And‌ most likely, it‍ would be me.‌

“Manager.”⁠‌

I interrupted carefully.

“I…‌ already rejected the⁠ offer.”

It⁠ took quite a while to say‍ it.

I had to inhale‍ two or three‍ times before the⁠⁠ sentence finally left⁠ my mouth.

“I⁠‌ already decided to‌‌ stay in Extraction⁠ Team 1.”

Manager⁠‍‍ Batori froze.

The‍⁠ torn skin slowly⁠‌ began closing again.‍

The‌‌ sound of flesh rejoining was similar⁠ to the wet‍⁠ friction of removing‌ a soaked glove.⁠

The⁠ tentacles curled up‍⁠ one by one‍ before sinking back‌‍ into her hair.‌⁠

A crimson eye stared⁠‌ directly at me.‍‍

Her‌‌ breathing regained a human rhythm.

“You⁠‌⁠ really…”

She‍ let out a brief sigh before⁠‍ once again straightening‍ her posture with⁠ elegance.

“You⁠ truly know how‌ to startle this‌‍ noble one. To‍‍ think you rejected the honeyed words‍⁠ of that vixen.”‌

I briefly lowered my⁠‌ head.

“I’m‍⁠ sorry. I didn’t‌ mean to alarm‌‌‍ you.”

She‌ let out a soft chuckle.

Relief⁠ and a slight⁠⁠ display of affection‍⁠ were mixed into⁠⁠ that laughter.

“You⁠ have nothing to‌‌ apologize for. Rather,‌⁠ you should feel‌⁠⁠ proud. Very few⁠‍ can resist that woman’s charms. Most‍‍ simply let themselves‍ be carried away by her like⁠‌ water following its⁠ course. But the⁠ thought that even‍⁠ you might waver‍ without knowing where⁠ you belong was‌ far too painful‍‍ for this noble‌⁠ one.”

I nodded silently.

“…I’ll‌‌ be more careful‌‍ in the future.”⁠

“Good.”

She⁠ cut me off right there.

Then‍ she looked at‍ me again with⁠ those beautiful and‍⁠‌ strange crimson eyes‌ of hers.

“I‍‍‌ never doubted your‌‌ loyalty. However, do try not to mention something like‌‍ that ever again.”⁠⁠

I lowered my head.‌‍

I had saved my‍ life.

And‍ my pleasant lunches⁠ had come to⁠ an end.

At⁠ this rate, my‌⁠ bank account would⁠⁠⁠ probably start filling⁠‍ up again.

“Yes,⁠‌‍ Manager.”

Only‌ then did the⁠ atmosphere become a little warmer.

A soft fluorescent light filtered through the‍⁠ gap beneath the‍ door.

I relaxed in silence.‍

Manager‍‍ Batori remained seated⁠ across from me, humming as though‌ the anger from‌‍ a few moments ago had never‌ existed.

But⁠ I knew.

I knew the name of the emotion‍ that had shone‍⁠ behind those crimson‍ eyes.

Possessiveness.⁠

Obsession.‍⁠‌

And⁠ perhaps something even‌‌ beyond that.

“Hmm-hmm,‌ hmm-hmm— hmmm.”

It‌ was a hum.‍

It‌⁠‍ had no defined‍‌ melody.

Nor any fixed rhythm.⁠

And‍ yet, curiously, it‍ only appeared when⁠ Manager Batori was‌ in an especially good mood and‍ relaxed.

And‍ although I hadn’t‌ known her for‌⁠ that long, the⁠‌‍ Batori I knew⁠ became surprisingly simple‌‍ when she was⁠ happy.

‘……’⁠⁠

Lately,‍ I had become⁠ fairly accustomed to‌‍⁠ extraction work.

Thanks‍‌ to that, I occasionally had some⁠ free time.

And⁠ free time tended‍ to create room for stupid questions to slip in.‌

I had chosen to remain in Extraction‍‍ Team 1.

But since my lunches‍‌ had been taken‍ away from me,‍ I should at‌‍ least get something⁠ in return.

And‌ now was the‌ perfect time to take advantage of‍‍‍ her good mood⁠ and acquire some‍‍ knowledge.

I leaned forward slightly.‍‌

Manager‍ Batori continued humming while taking sip⁠ after sip from⁠‍ her thermos full‌‍ of blood.

“Manager.”⁠‍

I spoke cautiously.

Manager‍‍ Batori slowly spun‌⁠ the thermos with‌⁠⁠ one hand and‌ nodded.

“Yes,‍‌‍ darling. Speak.”

“I’ll⁠ continue being a member of Extraction⁠‍ Team 1 in the future. I also want to‍ perform my work‌ better. Executive Director‌‍ Gu told me⁠⁠ that eventually I’ll begin taking external⁠‌ assignments.”

“Ah,⁠⁠ I heard you‌‍‍ met with Executive⁠‌ Director Gu. He‌ was delighted. He‍⁠ said that speaking‌ with you had⁠ been an exquisite‍ gastronomic experience.”

I closed my mouth for a moment.‌⁠‍

Before⁠‌‌ speaking again, I lowered my head‌‍ once more.

“When‌ I start taking‌ external assignments, I’ve⁠‍ heard there are⁠⁠ many different dimensional‌‍ entities. Are there‌‌ really many more‌ dimensional entities besides‌ the ones in‍ the containment rooms?‍⁠ Or rather… may‍⁠ I ask what‌ exactly they are?”⁠‌‍

Click.⁠‍

The‍‍ sound of the‌‌‌ stainless-steel thermos lid⁠⁠⁠ turning echoed much louder than it‍‍ should have.

Manager⁠‌⁠ Batori tilted her‌‍‌ head slightly.

Then‌‌ she spoke.

“…You’re asking because you‍ truly don’t know?”⁠

This⁠⁠ one was safe.⁠

Perhaps‌ for the first⁠⁠⁠ time, my prediction‌‍⁠ had been correct.‍

Maybe⁠‍‍ I was finally⁠ starting to understand⁠‍ her.

She‌ looked at me‍‍⁠ with blood-red eyes‍⁠ as if I were ridiculous.

A sigh of relief‍‍ ran down my⁠ back.

My‍‍ skin seemed to‌‍ come back to‍ life.

The‍ chill climbing my‌ spine disappeared.

“Ah,⁠ yes. I mean…‍ I really don’t⁠‌‍ know.”

It‌‍ wasn’t a lie.⁠

Not‌⁠⁠ a single meeting,⁠ memo, or training‌ session had clearly‌‍ explained the true‌‍ nature of dimensional⁠ entities.

The‌‌ only things repeated‍‍ to us over‍‍‍ and over were‌ that they were⁠ dangerous.

And‌⁠ that energy could‍ be extracted from‌ them.

No‌‍ one had ever‍ explained what they actually were.

Manager⁠‌ Batori continued looking‍‍ at me while holding the thermos.⁠

Her‌ gaze was far⁠⁠⁠ calmer and deeper‍ than before.

She⁠⁠ even seemed slightly‌⁠⁠ interested.

“Hehe, truly, there are‍ times when the‍ innocence of someone‌‍⁠ like you frightens‌‍ this noble one.”‍⁠

“I’m⁠ sorry.”

“You⁠⁠ have nothing to‍ apologize for. No, rather, it is‍‍‍ something to celebrate.‌‌ The fact that‌ you still don’t⁠‌ know means this noble one still‍ has many more things to teach‌ you.”

With⁠⁠⁠ that, she placed‌⁠ the thermos on⁠⁠ the table.

It was still half⁠‍ full of blood.‍‌

“Very‍‍‍ well. If you wish to know,‌ this noble one⁠ will teach you.”‌⁠

She‍‍ adjusted her posture.‍‍

No‌‍ tentacles.

No‌ eyes opening.

No‍‍ mouths tearing apart.⁠‌‌

And⁠‍ yet, her crimson‍⁠ gaze seemed more⁠ focused on me⁠⁠ than the fluorescent‌ lights of the‍⁠‍ break room.

The⁠‍‍ question had passed‌‍‌ without issue.

Now⁠‌‍ it was the‌‌‍ answer’s turn.

“Mr.‍‍ Jeong Haeil.”

As‍‌ she slowly spun‍ the thermos with‍ her fingertips, she‌ created an oddly‌ solemn atmosphere, like‌‍ candlelight inside an‌‌‌ ancient cathedral.

“Dimensional⁠ entities are beings‌‌ that cannot be defined in a single sentence.”

Her⁠‌ voice resonated softly.⁠‍

A voice cultivated among⁠‌ blood and time.‌‍

“They‌‌⁠ possess neither a fixed form, nor⁠‍⁠ a rule, nor‍‍⁠ an origin. And‌‌ even if they⁠ once had such‌⁠⁠ things, those records⁠‌ were forgotten long ago or destroyed⁠ because no one‍‌ could endure them.‌‌ No one knows‍‌ the whole truth.”⁠‌‌

Suddenly,‌‍ I remembered Nameless’s‌‍‌ murmurs.

Nameless.⁠‌

Silent‍ Swan.

The‌‍⁠ Portrait of a Dismantled God.

…And⁠⁠ the White and‌ Chubby Furball.

Along‍ with the countless‌ dimensional entities I had worked with‍‍ in Zone D.⁠⁠

“They‍ are nothing more than the result‌ of something that‍‍ leaked through from‌‌‍ the other side⁠ when a crack⁠‌ appeared in this world. Most come⁠‍‍ from unknown places.‌‌ No one knows‌ what they originated⁠ from. Since they‍ do not share‍⁠⁠ the principles or‍‍‍ nature of this‍⁠⁠ world, they possess⁠ their own lives,⁠ their own rules,⁠ and their own‌ conditions of existence.”

She⁠ looked directly at⁠‌ me.

“You‍‍ have blood, don’t⁠ you? Blood flows‌ through your veins.⁠ Your heart beats.‌ Sensations transmit signals.‍ And your thoughts‌ form your personality.”‍

I nodded silently.

“Dimensional⁠⁠‌ entities exist outside‍ all of that.”‌‌

Outside.‍

For‍ some reason, that‌ word gave me‌ chills.

“They do not die, yet they do⁠⁠⁠ not live either.‍‍ They exist without⁠ existing. It makes‌‍⁠ no sense, does‌‌ it? Precisely because‍ of that. Since‌‍ finite logic cannot⁠ fully comprehend them,‌‌ we call them ‘dimensional entities.’ The‍ only thing that‍ can be defined⁠ about them is‌‌⁠ the fact that⁠⁠ they cannot be‍‌ defined.”

She⁠‌ had not released‌‌⁠ any tentacles.

Her⁠‌ eyes had not‌‌ opened.

And‌‌ yet, I felt‌⁠ completely overwhelmed by⁠‍⁠ her words.

“That⁠⁠ is why we⁠ keep them here⁠⁠ and extract the‍ unique energy they‍ possess—a kind of‍⁠⁠ wave that leaks‍ from their point of contact with‌ this world.”

I repeated those words‍⁠ silently in my‍‌⁠ mind.

‘A‍⁠ wave that leaks‍ from their point⁠‌ of contact with‌‍‍ this world.’

“That‌‌ can become money. Fuel. Weapons. Limited⁠‍ Company Where the‌ Dead End Up⁠⁠ with Ghosts Ltd.‍ is a company‍‍ that specializes precisely in that. Isolating⁠ dimensional entities, extracting⁠⁠⁠ them, refining them,‌ fusing them, and‌ transforming them into‍⁠ products suitable for‌ this world.”

She‌⁠⁠ took another sip‌‌ of blood.

“So‌⁠‌ never forget it.‍ Those Class D dimensional entities you⁠ work with every⁠‍ day. Even those‍⁠ remnants that seem‌‌⁠ so insignificant did‍‌ not originate in‍ this world.”

I felt something settle‍‌ deeply inside my‌⁠ mind.

It was less a feeling of understanding‍‍ and more one‍ of acceptance.

She‌‌‌ smiled softly.

The‌‍‍ moment her crimson‍‍ eyes passed over‍‌ me, I had‌‍ the strange sensation⁠ that I myself⁠‍ was being pushed‍‍⁠ a little farther⁠ outside this world.‌

“Well⁠‍‍ then, this noble⁠ one’s lesson ends‍‍ here. If you‍ try to absorb‌‌‍ too much at‌ once, your head‌‌‌ might explode.”

She‍⁠‌ spun the thermos⁠ and resumed humming.‌‍

I let out a small sigh.

And‌‍ thought.

‘Dimensional⁠ entities are monsters‌ in themselves.’

No.⁠‍

Perhaps⁠‍ even the word⁠⁠ monster was too‌ human to define‌‍ them.

Dimensional‌ entities were beings‍ that had leaked⁠‌ in from outside,‌ alien to the⁠‍‌ principles of this world.

We‍ extracted their waves and transformed them‍‌‍ into products.

They‍ neither lived nor‍ died.

They‌ existed without existing.‍

‘Then…’⁠

I slowly raised my‌‌ head and imagined⁠ the office.

The‌‍ schedule board hanging⁠ on the wall.

The‍ reports piled on‍‍ the desks.

The‍ hands that continued writing out of pure habit.

The⁠‍ sound of the⁠⁠‍ photocopier.

And⁠ those supervisors who‍⁠ looked like monsters.⁠⁠

Manager Myeon.

Director‍⁠⁠ Mok.

Manager‍⁠ Batori.

Assistant⁠ Manager Son.

Supervisor‌‍‍ Shik.

And‌‍ Executive Director Gu.‌‍

They⁠⁠ were names I saw every day⁠‌⁠ at the company.⁠

Familiar faces.

Sometimes⁠⁠ they gave orders.‍

Sometimes‌ they made me‍‍ forget it was‍ already time to⁠⁠‌ leave work.

And‍‍ sometimes they forced‍‌ me to do⁠‍ absurd things that⁠‍‌ left people vomiting.‌

But⁠⁠ in the end.

‘They‌ are dimensional entities too.’

The⁠ moment that thought crossed my mind, a cold sweat‌‍ ran down the back of my‌⁠ neck.

They⁠‍ were dimensional entities.

And‌‌⁠ yet, they were‌‍‍ not inside the‌ extraction chambers.

They‌ were not trapped‌ behind glass walls⁠ in containment rooms.⁠⁠

Instead,‍ they were in‍‌‌ the extraction hallways.‌

In‍⁠ meeting rooms.

In‍⁠ front of elevators.‌‍

Sitting⁠ at office desks.⁠⁠

And⁠‍‍ that was precisely⁠‍⁠ what was strangest.⁠

‘Then‍ why exactly are‍‌ they outside the‍‌ extraction chambers…’

While‌ the dimensional entities‍ are inside?

I swallowed the question.‌

I knew better now.‍

I could be human.⁠

I could belong to‌ this company for some reason.

But‍‌ this was probably‍ one of those‌‌ questions that should‌‌‍ never be spoken‌‌‌ aloud.

At‍‌‌ that moment, the fluorescent light in‍‍ the break room‍‌ flickered briefly.

Manager‌⁠ Batori rose elegantly‍ to her feet‍⁠⁠ and said,

“Come.⁠ It’s time to⁠‌ return. The afternoon‌‍‌ work shift is⁠ about to begin.”⁠

I nodded and stood‍⁠ up as though‍‌ nothing had happened.‍‍

Today,‍ it would be better to finish⁠‍ my reports in‍⁠ silence.

After‍‌‍ all, the truly‌ dangerous things always‍‌ come after the‌‌ question is asked.‍‌

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