Order Bureau, Field Operations Department, Special Operations Group office.
Bologue sat in a familiar position on a familiar sofa, with a familiar partner leaning beside him, his head tilted back in a familiar way, looking like he was dozing off.
In the familiar office, his familiar team leader was working in a familiar posture, the room filled with that familiar silence, Yuriel brought coffee with a smile, quietly asking if he needed some.
Everything was so familiar, like replayed scenes from a movie, similar to every previous day, indistinguishable in any way.
Yes, the familiarity was comforting...
Bologue's peripheral vision was fixed on Lebius, sensing in this familiar atmosphere a slight discordant noise coming from Lebius.
Like some kind of premonition, Bologue felt that something unfortunate was about to happen, and just as this thought crossed his mind, Palmer suddenly woke up.
