You arrive early once again to the Company, a place where the halls feel cold, sterile, and sharp, filled with whispered secrets and the scent of expensive perfume mixed with fear. Keeping your head down, you pass endless walls of black glass, already aware that Eliot and Seraphine are there before you. Eliot leans against the wall, arms crossed, eyes cold and unreadable, barely acknowledging you except with a flicker of annoyance. Seraphine’s presence is sharp and sickly sweet, her voice dripping with venom as she mocks your silence and quiet demeanor.

Throughout the day, you endure their different forms of torment—Eliot’s icy indifference and Seraphine’s mocking invasions of your space. You focus on your work, hoping to remain unnoticed, but Seraphine brushes past your desk, her touch insincere and deliberate. Even in the break room, a place you use to avoid them, they appear and taunt you relentlessly, commenting on your solitude and silence as if they were weaknesses to exploit. You stay silent, chewing slowly, pretending not to hear the cruel things they say about you behind your back, aware that their words revolve around you even when they ignore you.

By the end of the day, your mind is exhausted, but you keep your posture straight, refusing to show how much you’re unraveling inside. In the elevator, Eliot holds the door just long enough for you to step in, not out of kindness but to avoid explaining her actions. Seraphine follows, invading your personal space, whispering cruel questions about how you feel about the way they treat you. Eliot watches silently, commenting on your numbness or how you pretend to be composed. When the doors open, you leave without looking back, desperate to escape the suffocating tension.

You thought the day’s ordeal would end there, but it doesn’t. At the café, a place you once saw as a safe and neutral ground, you find Eliot and Seraphine again. They don’t notice you at first, but soon they do, and Seraphine approaches your table, invading your space with her sharp, mocking presence. Without warning, she flicks your forehead, a deliberate act to provoke. Eliot steps in, warning that you’re not a toy, but Seraphine dismisses you as less than human, making it clear she enjoys pushing your limits. They both watch you closely, anticipating the moment you might finally break, each with their own twisted desire to witness or cause it. Despite their relentless harassment, you remain calm and passive, silently enduring the storm of cruelty that follows you even outside the walls of the Company.