Yang
Yang slowly, decisively walked forward, battle pumping into his spirit. He walked up to the door of the office building, waited in line for the receptionist, and got the guest pass he needed in order to enter the premises. Then, he walked up the west wing elevator, pressed the button, waited a while for it to come down, then helped an old lady out of the elevator. Meekly, he bowed and walked into the elevator, so he could reach the top floor.
"Excuse me, have you seen a squirrel lady? About this tall? Dresses straight out of a magazine shoot?" He asked an office worker powering through his work before the deadline. Sadly, he just shrugged, not even sparing Yang a glance. "Perhaps try the east wing, third floor."
Politely, and kind of embarrassed, he bowed. "Sorry, my bad. And uh, good luck."
The office worker didn't even turn his head.
"Please kill me."
All around Yang, dozens of workers just kept typing, silently wasting away. "Sheesh, this is kind of getting me down now."
10 floors. TEN FOOKIN FLOORS! Jesus christ could they make this place less of a maze!? Okay, maybe he'd just need to check one more time.
He meekly apologized to the businessmen for being in the way as they exited the elevator, then entered. Surely she'd have to be somewhere.
An office cubicle phone suddenly rang next to Nanako. It had taken a bit of a while, but the question was whether she'd answer it or not.