Damian sat on the edge of his bed, scrolling through the community forum, his fingers moving lazily as he read through the latest posts. The forum was as chaotic as always—threads about surviving the agency, complaints from fellow temp employees, some weird conspiracy theories about the origins of plot armor, and the occasional drama about who cleared which story.
After browsing for a while, Damian sighed deeply, stretching his arms above his head. "Alright, let's get some food," he muttered to himself. "I deserve a little treat after all that hard work." His mind immediately conjured up the thought of a hearty meal—chicken, fried, crispy, juicy chicken. It was all he could think about.
