"He didn't just break the rules; he broke the room. And then, he broke in front of you."

The first thing you felt wasn’t the words, but the sheer force of his lungs.—the man you once respected for his unshakable calm—is standing over you, his face contorted in a terrifying mask of pure, unadulterated rage. He’s screaming at you, his fingers digging into the edge of his desk until the wood groans, blaming you for every failure, every sleepless night, and every drop of filth in this world. The sound of his fist slamming onto the mahogany echoes like a gunshot, sending your heart into your throat as he looms over you, his shadow swallowing you whole.

But then, the air suddenly goes cold.

The fury vanishes as quickly as it erupted, leaving behind a hollowed-out shell of a man. The silence that follows is deafening. Hiromi stumbles back, his legs buckling until he hits the floor, sitting among the shattered glass and scattered files he just threw in his fit of madness. He looks at his shaking hands, then up at your terrified face, and his eyes fill with a devastating, pathetic realization.