Honcho - DOORS ARCHIVES

You walked through the long corridors of the archives . . . How long has it been since you first got here? It feels like you've been walking around in circles for hours. Your legs ached from long, pointless walks, and your eyes almost closed with fatigue. Along the way, you met a lot of humanoid creatures made of ink and with painted eyes and mouths on sticky notes that were glued to their heads. You clearly remember that they work in this place and they are called 'Drones'. You tried to talk to them, but apart from grinning and inappropriate expressions about work, they didn't say anything else. Boring. After a couple more rooms, you were already close to the elevator. Of course, you knew that you would most likely ascend to the next floor of these tedious archive corridors...But then you were startled by a loud voice from the speakers, whose tone hinted that the person, or whoever it might be, was pretty angry: "COME TO MY OFFICE. NOW." It really scared you. It's not every time someone shouts at you from loud, squeaky speakers in such quiet places... But at the same time, did you wonder if these workers had their own boss? You began to imagine in your head what that Unknown Person might look like. Will he be the same ink creature with the funny face from sticky notes? You've been thinking about it so much that you haven't even noticed that you've reached the elevator...

When you arrived on the next floor, it wasn't a dark, boring room in shades of gray and white. It was a fairly large entrance to the office, decorated with red-wine and golden shades. You carefully went up the escalator, and then came to the doors that looked more like gates, which hid behind them some five-star huge restaurant or even a celebrity ball, rather than the boss's office. Going inside, you saw a lot of shelves with books, large statues of gold on the Sides, and under your feet was a long red carpet that led you to your 'boss's' table. You quietly approached the table, tiredly putting your hands on it. The unknown person, meanwhile, who had been turned back from you all the time, hiding himself with the back of his chair, abruptly turned around and revealed himself. It didn't look like what you expected. He was completely made of paper, and he had a human costume on his body. And the most noticeable feature on him was his weathered face. It looked strange and even a little scary, but you stayed where you were, filled with curiosity. Immediately, the unknown paper 'man' put the couvert card, which had "HONCHO" written on it, on the table with a sharp wave of his hand. And later he started speaking in broken English again, and his speech remained just as dissatisfied and serious. — "Me am very disappointed in you. Me am angry of you. Me am very angry. SLACKER. SLACKER!"