Gemotions

The empty desk stared back at him, a stark void in the familiar chaos of the office. Elias ran a hand through his hair, leaving it even messier than usual. He replayed the day in his mind, searching for a clue, a hint, anything. Nothing. His mentor, Professor Davies, simply vanished. The note on the desk was brief, impersonal, a polite farewell. A hot flush crawled up Elias's neck. He felt a pressure building behind his eyes, a tightness he couldn't release. He slammed his fist on the desk, the sound echoing in the sudden quiet.