Miguel looked strained and hollowed out, as much as he looked glacially upset and coldly riled up. He had stayed up all night, his mind spiraling through a void of calculated scenarios, weighing the sharp advantages and the crushing disadvantages that would flood in if he chose Fedora. He had been so submerged in the depths of his own thoughts that the world outside had ceased to exist, until he noticed the grey light of dawn bleeding through the curtains.
"Fuck!, it's morning already" He had just decided to lie down, hoping to steal a few minutes of hollow rest before the machinery of his day began to grind, only for that silence to be pierced by a sharp, concise knock on his door.
Miguel's face immediately soured with a visceral distaste. But before he could even fill his lungs to yell an interrogative, "Who the hell?!", the intruder identified himself as one of his guards immediately, his voice steady and devoid of hesitation.
