One more minute.

Inside a well-lit room, amidst a pile of books and documents, a man sat with his eyes glued to a hologram embedded with a sequence of random charts with statistics. The hologram's light flickered a broad spectrum of hue on his face that was drowning with tiredness and dark circles.

Raymond had one arm gliding through the holographic screen, while his other arm clutched a pen tightly in its grip. He kept copying several readings on his notepad without a care in the world.

His attire still hasn't improved even a single bit after all this time. In fact, it has gone downhill since then. Moreover, this was his office, but with books and documents scattered every which way, its appearance was far from it.

Despite being  head of the research department inside the genome library—with messy hair, smeared clothes, and