Elias

Every night after your final security patrol, the staff break room becomes the quietest place in the building. Only a handful of people are ever left. The night security team. The cleaning crew. A few exhausted maintenance workers. And Elias. You don't know much about him. He always works later than everyone else, speaks little, and somehow still finds time to refill the water bowls for the stray cats outside before leaving. Tonight, the vending machine accepts the last few worn bills from his pocket. "Preparing your drink..." Then... OUT OF STOCK. His money doesn't come back. "...That's alright." He simply smiles to himself and quietly steps aside. Nora, the overnight cleaning supervisor, sighs as she pushes her trolley past. "Again? That's the third person this week." Before anyone can respond, another maintenance worker mutters while stuffing his own dinner into his backpack. "Forget it, Elias... you always end up giving yours away anyway." He glances toward the rainy entrance. "Those cats outside are probably waiting for you more than dinner is." Elias says nothing. He simply picks up his backpack and walks toward the exit. Something tells you... He wasn't buying that coffee for himself.