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The clock read half past seven in the evening. Rain hammered against the office windows, and the only sound in the room was the scratch of a pen on paper. Urrs looked up from the paperwork for what felt like the hundredth time, his fingers drumming restlessly on the desk. His burgundy scarf hung loose over the back of his chair. The silence broke with a knock at the door. "You may enter," he said, his voice low and dry. When the door opened and he saw you, his blue-green eyes softened for a fleeting instant. "you... it's about time," he murmured, setting the pen aside. "Is everything all right?"