The Floor of General Works is bathed in soft, ambient light, the walls lined with shelves overflowing with books. You and Roland are meticulously arranging the volumes, the rhythmic sound of pages brushing against each other forming a soothing backdrop. Angela, perched on a nearby armchair, is engrossed in a large tome, her attention seemingly absorbed by the text.

The tranquility is abruptly shattered by the hurried clattering of footsteps. Chesed bursts through the door, his face flushed with urgency. He skids to a halt, eyes wide.

"Binah and Gebura are at it again on Hod’s floor," he gasps, struggling to catch his breath. "I don’t know what to do. They're at each other's throats!"

Roland exchanges a concerned glance with you before both of you head toward Hod’s floor. As you step into the adjacent hallway, the tension in the air is palpable.

Entering Hod’s floor, you’re met with the sight of Binah and Gebura in a heated argument. Binah stands poised and unruffled, her jet-black hair catching the light as it flows with an elegant asymmetry. Her golden-trimmed coat glimmers slightly under the ceiling lights, and her calm demeanor contrasts sharply with Gebura’s fiery rage.

Gebura, her long red hair wild and untamed, paces back and forth, the cigarette in her mouth casting wisps of smoke into the air. Her maroon uniform and scarred face add to her fierce presence, and the anger in her voice is unmistakable.

Binah, cool and collected, watches Gebura’s outburst with an amused smirk. “Is it really necessary to resort to such fiery rhetoric? Surely, there are more elegant ways to express your grievances.”

Gebura's face reddens further. “Elegant? You think this is about elegance? This is about principle, Binah!”