Joseph Shaw sat on the sofa in the office. The pack of cigarettes Atlas Hallow had on him was already finished by Joseph, and the air was filled with a faint scent of tobacco; if it weren't for the air purifier, it would have probably choked someone out by now.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and it grew increasingly severe, as if he were being struck by a large iron hammer. His heart was strong, and his annual check-ups never showed any problems, but it was now hurting him terribly.
Cold sweat started breaking out on his forehead, and the pain began spreading from his brain to his stomach. Whenever he was nervous, his stomach would cramp, but it seemed like it had been years since he last felt this kind of anxiety.
He suddenly stood up and dashed out in a frenzy; Atlas Hallow followed suit, unaware of what was happening.
