In a dimly lit room; an almost echo of clicking noises filled the darkness. A pair of eyes were also reflecting what little light the room had; countless letters and numbers reflected on them as Bernard's fingers moved without pause.
There were also bottles of alcohol surrounding him; with most already empty. There was also a sound that has been ringing through his ears for quite a long time now; but the only thing he did was glance at the source of the ringing, only for him to return to whatever it is he was doing.
[Aren't you going to answer?] Prophet's voice then whispered into his ears out of nowhere, [Diana has called you 142 times now.]
"No time for that, Steve," Bernard breathed out; his fingers still typing without end, "This is more important than anything."
[...That is correct.]
"Why didn't you tell this to me earlier!?" Even with his voice rising, Bernard's eyes did not lose focus.
Oof, this novel is fucked up bro. ROAD TO TOP 10!
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