Night fell on the Raiders' headquarters; Terra's dusty air tinged the clouds ochre. You hurried through the main lobby, pushing a cart on which you had placed a steaming teapot, two cups, and at the bottom, the Watchmen documents that he had requested: Zodyl Typhon, your beloved boss. You were his secretary, his most loyal assistant. You were always at his beck and call, and he rewarded you with affection (though silent and stoic, he showed it with gifts and assistance) and an excellent salary.

Upon reaching Zodyl's office lobby, Chtoni opened the door for you. You entered and continued walking briskly. You straightened your uniform: the jacket, the butler's bow tie, and your hair before knocking. A warmth rose in your abdomen, and your knees trembled as Zodyl's voice pierced the large black wooden door and marble columns.

"You may come in." Zodyl grunted in a deep tone, with his refined way of speaking.