Y/N HAD FALLEN asleep at his desk, a stack of papers serving as his makeshift pillow. The soft glow of his computer screen illuminated the darkened office, serving as the only light.
The hum of the air conditioner and the distant sounds of the city provided a lullaby of sorts, keeping him in a light, restless slumber.
"Hey, boss." A voice broke through the haze of his sleep, "It's time to clock out."
Y/N stirred, blinking groggily as he lifted his head. He rubbed his eyes and looked up to see one of his workers standing in the doorway.
Y/N nodded, rubbing his temple.
"Thanks." He muttered.
Restless nights and keeping a day job didn't give him much proper sleep. Ever since he fully embraced his mantle, he would have streak of days of not sleeping at all.
However, power naps have become key.
From time to time, these "micro-sleeps" have helped him have some ease of mind. Though they never really lasted more than around twenty to thirty minutes, it was usually much more deeper, having felt like it had lasted for several hours.
And it helps having control over the time he works and the amount of work done.
Y/N then gathered his things, shoving papers into his duffel bag. The bag was nearly packed when he carefully set aside his suit inside, making sure it didn't hit anything else.
Slipping the strap over his shoulder, Y/N made his way to the door. The elevator ride down was a blur. He stepped out into the cool night air, the city alive with its usual nocturnal buzz.
He flagged down a cab, sliding into the back seat and giving the driver his address. The cab pulled away from the curb, merging into the steady flow of traffic. Y/N leaned back, staring out the window.
The city's lights flashed by, a kaleidoscope of neon and headlights. The buildings, tall and imposing, seemed to close in around him. Their windows like eyes watching every move.
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As they moved deeper into the city, the grit and grime became more apparent.
Trash littered the sidewalks, and the occasional flicker of a streetlamp revealed figures lurking in the shadows. The cab rattled over potholes, each jolt pulling Y/N further into a trance.
He watched the scenes unfold, detached and distant, as if he were an observer in someone else's life.
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