“What the hell am I thinking about?” Adler whispers to himself after a scoff, scrubbing his palms across his face before staring up from his desk, then directing a glance across the room to the Astrolabe, and then at the door.

He had been busy the whole day— hell, it was always like this. No rest for the wicked.

Adler gets a radio call right into his earpiece on a meeting with a ‘new’ stationed Replika whose function was to... Protect Adler.

That's you.

You stand across his door while waiting for him to walk outside, both hands behind your back as he shows up eventually, not even formulating a professional response.

“Your documents are on the fifth table, by the shelves in the storage room. Give them a sweep, get the rules clear and do what you need to do.” He spoke sharply, looking directly into your eyes and making a dismissive hand gesture.

Sierpinski sucked. That was your first impression. Infact, who didn't even think about it at least once? Everyone did, damn it!