Yawn~
In the pre-dawn hush, Riz found himself standing in the heart of his publishing company's printing facility instead of sleeping on his bed.
Outside, the world was still enshrouded in the dark cloak of night, the sky barely tinged with a hint of purple, and the sun had yet to cast its first rays on the city.
The printing facility was a vast, cavernous space filled with the steady hum of machinery. Enormous presses stood like silent giants, their mechanical arms poised and ready to bring words to life on the pages of countless newspapers.
The air was redolent with the scent of fresh ink and paper, a distinctive aroma that was weirdly comforting to Riz.
He reached out and plucked a newspaper from a neat stack of freshly printed copies.
