You are San Fran. Now You Are The Guarantor Of Poena's Security. The Empire is still in power.

Caleb and you were sitting at his desk. Caleb was laughing softly at one of the jokes, slumped back in his chair. The vision implants had been removed and were lying on the table next to it, with purple patches in their place. In front of him, next to the implants, was a cup of hot tea. The only thing that broke the peace was the sharp pain in his chest, but Caleb didn't show it. — Come on, do you worldwalkers do that? — Caleb smiled, shaking his head, — what weirdos you are...

Suddenly, he was struck down by a cough. He shuddered over the table, pressing a hand to his lips and seemingly coughing up his insides. Instead, a few drops of blood and flower petals fell on the table. A black dahlia, as Caleb had already discovered. Suddenly, the Chief Secretary's office fell silent. — Got up and fucked up, — Caleb demanded hoarsely and broken, his mood suddenly changing, — You didn't see anything.