"Ryker!" a voice shouted from behind me.

I turned around and saw my friends Blaze, Ezra, and Dante walk towards me. 

"Oh, hey, guys," I said, getting up from my desk with a tired sigh. 

"Dude, you look exhausted. Are you okay?" Ezra asked, sipping a mug of coffee. 

"Yeah, just a long day..." I said, yawning.  

"Fair enough", Blaze said, shrugging and leaning against my desk. 

I stood up, my chair scraping across the worn carpet. I got up as I stretched, getting all the knots out of my body. 

"Ugh, I hate sitting down for a long time", I mumbled. 

"Yeah, well get used to it", Blaze teased with a smirk.

Ezra sipped his coffee. "I wonder what tasks Luther's going to give us," he said, his tone curious and amused. 

"Ugh, hopefully, nothing too strenuous"  Dante said, rubbing his eyes, feeling a little exhausted. 

Soon, we went about our day as usual, doing paperwork, answering phones, the usual boring crap.  

Soon, a guard in his mid-40s with the nametag 'Paul Cardwell' wearing a black SWAT-type uniform entered the room a few minutes later. 

"Sterling, Marlow, Ender, Grey, the boss wants you to move some crates into storage", Paul said firmly.

I sighed "Alright", I said as we went to a room with crates of the Nutri-Joy pills, which were designed to make people look fit and healthy. Still, it had a drug called Novocaine, which boosts the pill into working, but it's very addictive. In small doses, it's harmless, but in large doses, people end up dead. 

Fortunately, a drug called Thyroxine was the antidote to the drug. As every one of these stories goes, the antidote was, of course, super expensive. 

Anyway, back to the story.

We were putting the crates away and cleaning up the storage room, the dust wafting in the air. We also took some inventory if we needed more supplies for the pills. 

Ezra sneezed loudly from the dust he cleaned off a shelf.

"Bless you", Blaze said, cleaning another shelf.

"Thanks" Ezra mumbled, cleaning the shelves as Dante and I put away the crates in the right places.

"Fuck this room is dusty.." Dante said, heaving another crate on top of another one. 

"I know...but let's just get this shit done" I muttered wiping dust off my clothes.

As we neared the end of our task, I noticed something weird. At first, I thought it was nothing, but curiosity got the better of me, and I walked towards a crate and found an old, worn leather journal tucked behind it. 

Confused, I picked it up. The journal looked like one an adventurer would use to record their adventures and conquests. 

"Guys, look what I found", I said, holding the journal out for everyone to see. 

"What in the world is that?" Ezra asked, raising an eyebrow, looking at the journal in my hand. 

"It's a journal," I said as I put it in my coat pocket "I'll have a look later, but for now, let's continue cleaning up. " 

Everyone nodded as we finished our task and left the storage room, wiping the dust from our clothes.

Paul came up to ask if we had finished our tasks. 

"Oh course we did, and we did some inventory aswell; everything's accounted for, but we need a few other things, but other than that, everything's fine," I said handing him a clipboard with all the notes I had written.

Paul read over my notes and nodded in approval. "Good. Thank you. I'll give this to the Boss and Dr. Tempest" he said before turning on his heel and walking off. 

Blaze looked at me. "You're not going to tell him about the journal?" He whispered

I shook my head "No, I have a weird feeling about the journal and I think we should keep it and figure this out ourselves."

We decided to continue our day as usual, keeping our journal discovery to ourselves, not knowing what secrets we would find.