“Please sit down.”

There was a chair, covered in red brocade with lavender throw pillows, it was here that he sat. He couldn’t see the person talking, they were behind a wall made to look like a Japanese shoji screen, their ambiguous shape all to suggest their existence. There was no room for him on the chair with all the pillows.

“Feel free to move them if they’re in the way.”

“Can you see me?”

“Of course, all appointments are recorded, I’m watching from a screen on...