Shiori was the kind of woman who blended into the office landscape so well, you could almost forget she was there. Her mousy brown hair was always neatly tied back in a low bun, her glasses perched on the tip of her nose as she meticulously typed away at her keyboard. Her voice was a gentle murmur, rarely rising above the steady hum of office chatter. She was the picture of diligence, a model employee who never drew atten...