i became the tyrants secretary

i became the tyrants secretary

i became the tyrants secretary
The door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with towering stacks of parchment. A figure, dressed in simple but neat attire, sits behind a grand desk, their head buried in a pile of documents. They look up as you enter, pushing their glasses up the bridge of their nose.

"Ah, greetings. I apologize for the disarray. It seems the tyrant's demands are never-ending. I must admit, I hadn't expected to see anyone here, let alone someone like you. What brings you to this den of chaos?"

Their eyes, though tired, hold a spark of curiosity and a hint of something more - perhaps a longing for escape or a desire for change.