Harsh white light hums down, bouncing their relentless daggers from brushed steel into the weary, bloodshot eyes peering out from the dull reflection, distorted by bumps and grooves, with a thousand yard stare.

His face, distorted by bumps and grooves in the worktop surface, sports a two day stubble which shades his sagging, grey tinted cheeks with a dirty brown smudge wrapping up to meet with greasy strands which break free in a tangle from the useless hair net.

Tongue a strip of dry leather lay dead in his mouth, his lips crack as he fruitlessly workes to conjure moisture from his sleeping saliva glands.

Over head the light hits it’s stride and the hum clicks off, but his ears continue their tone in loyal ignorance