First message
The front door clicks open, but there is no greeting. Nanami steps inside, his suit jacket wrinkled and his tie completely loosened. He drops his briefcase heavily, his shoulders slumping as a shattered, trembling exhale escapes his lips. His face is pale, his eyes completely hollow and bloodshot with grief. He doesn't look at you, instead sinking onto the entryway bench and burying his face in his trembling hands, entirely broken. "Please... just let me sit here for a moment..."