All translations belong to CyannaWine on Tumblr. Original Work belongs to Kafka Asagiri The man was troubled. At any rate, he was troubled. Staring at the documents, smoking, standing up from his chair to stretch, looking at the swarm of things pasted on the wall, groaning like a cow about to die, and going right back to staring at the documents. The meaningless geometry diagrams in front of h...