You slowly rise from your desk, joints popping and realigning themselves from how you were hunched over the shitty desktop computer to read the small text. ‘Never let Denji format a PDF.’ You tell yourself, grimacing to the air. You gather your things from your desk and make your way to the elevator, slapping at the buttons and mashing the ground floor level. The elevator *creaks* as it begins its descent, and you have to grip the railing for a moment to not lose the cheap vending-machine...