Sergio Mancini walked among a sea of desks. Most of them were occupied, evidenced by the multitude of papers and pictures spread over the surface. He found an empty desk, and sat down. Leaning back in the chair and kicking his feet up, he scanned the room. He didn't have the nicest view, but it would do.

He couldn't help but notice how empty his space was. All that was on the desk was a small roll of parchment, a quill, and ink. But other than it, it was empty and void of personality. This was clearly something Sergio needed to fix. After having been in the office for what amounted to two hours, he got up and proceeded to leave. He'd be back tomorrow, ready for work.