“Anne, have you sent me that new file yet? The one about the hunting gate event.”
A voice rang up in the middle of a little busy office in Tristan. The two desks that were a few meters apart were full of piles of papers and evidence items that the GMs took from the players who created them to cause trouble.
“I sent it to your email, didn’t I?”
Another voice rang. GM Anne, or Rattana, seemed to be too busy with her work to look at her junior. She was behind her desk with large-framed, light-blocking glasses on her face. She was pointing a spark from her hand to the item in front of her that looked like a thick book.
“I couldn’t find it anywhere. Are you sure that you’ve sent it to me?”
“Look again. Maybe it’s in the junk box.”
“No, it’s not. Didn’t you just forget to send me?”
“Yes, I did, ...oh my god!”
BOOM!