Erwin sat in his chair, staring at the towering pile of documents on his desk. It felt heavy, not just physically but mentally. It had been a long time since he last handled any of this, and the burden of responsibility as president was becoming more and more real. He picked up the first document, trying to focus, but his mind was wandering, trying to reassemble the routine he had abandoned during his recovery.
His hands moved slowly, flipping through the pages, but nothing really registered. Each word felt blurry like text running through his mind without really leaving a trace. He felt doubt creeping in, wondering if he still had the ability to handle all of this. He had been away from this world for too long, and now, back, everything felt foreign and tiring.
Erwin rubbed his face,
