[Tieria's office is pitch dark. His desk has indeed been flipped - the room looks like it's been ransacked. Shredded paperwork floats in the air like a blizzard stopped in time. It is silent.

Tieria himself is in the very corner of his office, down against the floor, behind an overturned chair. He'd be invisible in the darkness if it wasn't for the very, very faint sputtering glow of his eyes. He doesn't have anything to connect to anymore, but it doesn't stop his subconscious from trying. The intensity rises and falls slowly, but the glow is nothing like it once was, and in a few more months, it'll go out entirely. He's not aware of it, and it's not visible in the light, but in this thick darkness it's all that's able to be seen of him.

He doesn't move. He just stares at the doorway, unflinching.]