Only Corpses Tell Stories

"This office is entirely too ornate.

It feels like something from some other age and some other class than your own.

Dark wood smell fills the air as you scan the floor to ceiling bookshelves ahead of you.

The large desk at one end of the room seems to wait like an interview, loose leaves of paper just disordered enough to look alive, uncomfortable."

Two people in a room with a corpse. You have been given a single task: wait.