"Tap tap tap tap tap tap, tap tap!" hummed Red Clo, striding along this dark hallway with a spring in his step. He was dressed in a colorful suit, adorned with various dotted and linear patterns, and a pair of elegant pointed leather shoes that made crisp clicking sounds with each step on the ground.
"Isn't this someone else's territory? Is it really fine to be so loud?" asked a small paper figure, sticking its upper body out of Red Clo's shirt pocket, reminding him.
"No worries—don't be fooled by my appearance, I'm quite strong, you know." Red Clo chuckled, squinting his eyes and poking the paper figure's head with a finger.
"Fine then." Paperman Evon Garcia, seeing this, said no more. Adjusting the paper head that Red Clo had poked askew, he cast his gaze toward the darkness of the hallway.
Seizing the opportunity, he could now see the outside world, no longer bound to staring at the white walls of the storeroom all day long.
