Song: Save the World by We Are Not Friends, Nextime

https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/track/6wF1rPeGa5a7kyWO80P0AP?si=5526745cdf184a49

The corridor was silent, except the sound of shoes brushing against the floors.

She walked with purpose, Each step crisp. Spine straight. The kind of posture trained into someone who’s seen more than they should. Wearing a uniform, colored in Evergreen with a red tie.

This wing of the agency always reeked of steel, paper and secrets. The lights shine bright white, its almost blinding.

Her stride came to a halt in front of an unmarked door. No sign. No window. Just a metal door with a small keypad on the side.

She entered the room with a code. A single table, one chair, just one light in the room. The walls are blank, untouched. It felt less like a briefing room and more like a cold hospital, minimal. Somewhere truths were either made or erased.

Without hesitation Rika Kuroda took her seat, one leg crossing the other. Her expression never changed, composed and sharp. Several minutes passed before the door creaked open. And a man entered and carried a file marked with a red stamp.

HOLLOW SAINTS – CLASSIFIED MISSION

He said nothing and simply slid the file across the desk.

Rika flipped it open. Inside is a single sheet of paper.

A photo printed on the corner, looks like a passport photo.