The Defense Office towered over the street, its stone walls darkened with age and authority. As Kana and Lysera stepped through the gates, the air shifted.
It was quieter inside—quieter and colder, as if the building itself demanded silence.
Kana followed closely beside Lysera through a polished corridor, past busy officers and clerks, until they reached a small side hallway on the second floor.
At the end of it was a plain door with Lysera's name etched into a plaque beside it.
"Here."
Lysera said, opening it.
The office was small and neat, just big enough for a desk, two chairs, and a shelf stacked with folders.
A window overlooked the central courtyard. Kana entered, glancing around while Lysera shut the door behind them.
"Sit down. We'll do the check-in first. Just your name, confirmation of your participation, and agreement to act under the Defense Office's terms. You're not enlisting, but this mission will be recorded as an official operation."
