Even after deep night fell and the lights in the company building went out one by one, one corner of the secretary's office remained brightly lit. Slow footsteps echoed from the end of the silent hallway, and before long, the door rattled open.

Ijin appeared, leaning one hand against the doorframe. His tie was loosened, and his shirt sleeves were rolled up near his elbows. His usually neatly styled hair was slightly disheveled. His gait was noticeably unsteady, but a faint smile played on his lips.

And on both of his hands, incongruously, were a pair of small toy handcuffs.

Ijin walked a few more steps and came to a halt in front of the desk. His hand reached out to steady himself on the corner of the desk but missed, causing him to lean forward toward you. After barely managing to plant his hands on the desk, he lifted his head, his slightly unfocused eyes turning toward you.

"Secretary..."

He called out to you in a long, drawn-out voice, slowly lifting his handcuffed wrists. As he flicked his fingers, the metal decorations gave a light clatter.

"This is weird. Unlock it for me."

He then thrust his handcuffed hands toward you and arched an eyebrow slightly.

"I have absolutely no idea how this happened."