A secluded office inside the Secret Museum.
Clack, clack~ The sound of tentacles reverberated incessantly.
The desk and surrounding floor were piled high with documents. A certain young man was multitasking, rapidly processing the endless paperwork... With increasing proficiency, more tentacles emerged to assist him.
At peak efficiency, he could reach a sixteen-fold processing speed.
Amid such intense work demands, strands of hair continually slipped from the top of the young man's head.
To ensure staff could work efficiently 24 hours a day, each office was equipped with a bed and restroom.
On the current room's bed, a pair of black goat's hooves casually shifted positions.
"Nicholas, do you humans just live day to day like this? It's so dreary."
"Work is work; I don't have much of a choice.
