Leo Quinn only wanted a quiet night-shift desk job and a place to nap. Instead he got hired by the Calamity Administration Bureau, where world-ending disasters arrive as work tickets. He closes them like helpdesk requests: open, fix, stamp, done. Everyone else panics. The Ticket System starts calling him a hidden ace. Leo keeps smiling politely, banking overtime, and absolutely refusing to admit how easy this feels. Stop panicking. He's just closing tickets.