Rok sat at his desk for a long moment following the sudden, and highly unexpected, intrusion. The air was heavy during that moment, the brimming agitation of someone such as Rok wasn’t minor, and the noise in that quiet office seemed muted. In fact, the only thing audible was the heavy breathing of the crocodilian, and the low, rumbling hiss that wasn’t too alien to him these days.

Or at least, that was the case until the door flung open, pushing aside the thick layer of water, or forcing it out and under. The rush of water wasn’t the only sound, though, and an alluring voice took Rok’s mind off the fit he was building towards.

“Rok, what was that n-” Spoke Kelly, before she lifted her head to look at the state of the room itself, and any further questions were replaced by a single inquiry.

“Rok. Care to explain?” Said the siren, forcing a smile on her face despite the disaster she’d swam into. Something about the absurdity of the situation, combined with the stress of the day, made the catastrophe almost funny, and certainly infuriating.

“I sent a letter.” Came the rumbling voice of her employer, and despite being as imposing as everything else the man said, there was an undertone of disappointment, of confusion, and even resignation that Kelly picked up on, before the actual words themselves registered.

“Ah. I see.” Was all she could say in response when that happened, before she noticed the small crowd ‘coincidently’ starting to make detours down the hallway, drawn by the commotion. The siren merely swam into Rok’s office, shutting the enchanted door to keep out any prying eyes, before taking a second to assess the damage in more detail.

The most glaring detail was still the papers, tossed haphazardly across the room and floating sadly in the water. The ink, still relatively fresh from the pen, had yet to dry, and adding water to the equation made that unlikely to happen in the future.

After turning her attention upwards, away from the ever so slightly black water and towards the back wall, she realized what exactly caused the shattering sound, even if she could’ve made an accurate guess regardless. The dimming sunlight shone through the back window, or what was left of it, reflecting off the jagged edges that were left in the frame, as well as glinting off those scattered shards blown throughout the room.

Rok too was just about finished ruminating on the events, and stood up from his desk, a few stray pieces of glass raining down off of him and splashing into the water. He turned to face his secretary, asking the question that was on both of their minds.

“So, should we clean this up tomorrow?” Kelly nodded yes, and opened the door once again. Both she and Rok shuffled out of the dark office. Despite the fact that the shutters had been pulled down, it was still plain to see that there was a shattered window, but there wasn’t much either of them could do to replace it. Since it faced the open sea, it wasn’t likely someone would force their way in, and since the office was totally barren, aside from thee completely waterlogged, ruined papers, there wasn’t going to be much they could do in there even if they did.

And so, Rok turned his back on the ruined office, setting off towards his home, blissfully unaware of the trouble that was brewing this night, be it the currents dragging a pair of bodies, still locked in their final struggle; or a peculiar man, strolling leisurely along from a warring kingdom to a mostly peaceful island chain, in spite of the terrain, or lack thereof. Of course, the behemoth knew none of this yet, and continued along, emerging from the sea of people onto the still unfamiliar path that led to his new residence.

The sun was dragged lower, the island's light grew dimmer- but never quite left- the mangroves grew thicker, and many things continued moving behind the scenes.