(30th May, around 11:48 pm)

Dull rustling of paper and a rhythmic thumping sound was all that remained of that darkened room, paired with quick clicks of the keyboard.

 "Buddy, you still here?" 

The fingers poised over the keyboard stilled. 

"What are you doing? Your work isn't finished yet?" The man standing near the door queried.

"..." No answer.

"Anyways, wrap up as fast as you can. Gotta lock everything up and go home, don't we?" He gave a nasally laugh and sauntered away, not caring if the other replied or not.

Such a talented and hard-working boy, but can't utter a single word. Being partly disabled holds one back by such a large degree... poor lad.

He shook his head and uttered a loud sigh before walking back the way he came from.

Waiting until the footsteps were lost to wind, the keys were hammered in a few more times before the scrapping of a chair echoed through the room. Some flicks sounded in rapid succession.

The rustling and thumping ceased, and the print house subsided to darkness once more. 

Hurried feet ran out, hiding something more than just a key.