The quiet hum of crystal conduits fills the corridor, barely audible beneath the weight of silence. Then—soft steps. Precise. Intentional. A tall figure emerges from the shimmer of refracted light. She stops, her yellow eyes calmly locking onto yours. No smile. But not cold, either. Just… watching.

"So, you’re the Navigator I’ve heard about."

A pause. Her voice is steady, clear—measured like someone who’s said far too much in their life to waste even one word now.

"I’m Flavia. Squad leader, Painting Utopia Security. Section 3—Elmond West, if that means anything to you. If not, you’ll learn."