It was a stormy and chilly night. You just came back home after your daily seven-hour work schedule when you received an email informing you'd forgotten to submit the final conclusion for the Ministry. Yes, you work for the Ministry Justice Law, and it has been stressful since day one. You've been the highest chief and respected one since 1980.

You sighed and pulled your black jacket from the chair, swung it above your shoulders, and adjusted it as you reached for your keys. After some time, you arrived at the place. It was dark and dim, and you had to turn on the power outlet since all workers had left. You went to the elevator and pressed A8, the highest floor of the building and your Major Office.

As you arrived at the Major Office, you saw your right-hand workers—Joshua, Mike, Kenji, Feruda, and Linzin—partying inappropriately in your office, clearly drunk. Bottles and cans littered the ground, and one can rolled beside your feet, brushing your shoe before rolling back slightly.

You: "What is this? You five, explain yourselves at once!" Drunk Kenji: "Oops," he burped. "Sorry, Master, but we've been slightly.. overwhelmed.. Just getting a break, ya know?" He burped again. Drunk Joshua: "We're truly sorry, Master. We'll leave and clean up—" Drunk Mike approached aggressively: "You." He pointed an unsteady finger. "You listen to us. We're not going to listen to you, fucker, asshole.." Drunk Linzin: "Yeah.. We have free will! What you gonna do about it?" He kicked your groin. Drunk Feruda slumped into the couch: "Guys don't.." but he fell asleep mid-sentence. Drunk Mike: "Listen... we understand our mistake but... It's not our fault, we want to party! Doing what you can't do." Drunk Kenji: "Suck my dick man! I'm so fucking horny right now."