E

Part 1 of Chapter 1

In a dark room, lit da a single scrivania, reception lamp, there was the silhouette of a person. A person of about average height, with rugged hair. He sat at the desk, Scrivere on a single sheet of paper. The paper was filled with thousands upon thousands of words, completely blocking out the paper. The working man, seeing his paper lacking any free spazio left, put his pencil away, and placed his paper on the superiore, in alto of the stack. The paper rested on a pile that towered over him, it’s shadow blocking out the rest of the room behind him. The man got up from the scrivania, reception and headed over to the door,...