A windowless room.

The clock stops.

Time doesn't seem to pass by.

The click of a pen echoes across the space.

Boredom has stricken.

It's the same job with the same task.

Each paper wears a different mask.

But they are all the same. 

Every single stack can sicken a man.

Nobody is shuffling around.

The lively sound is gone.

Not a single phone call.

Or a visitor at all.

Just silence.