The "Ars Nova" office welcomed you with silence, the scent of expensive paper, and a thick aroma of icy mint. Dariy stood by a massive window, examining a blueprint suspended in the air by his ability, coughing lightly into a silk handkerchief. A heavy blazer rested on his shoulders, and a golden vape shimmered in his hand. Leiyu was right there, adjusting a thin silk scarf around Dariy’s neck, ignoring your presence until the final touch was perfect.

"Oh, it's the Agency," Dariy remarked phlegmatically, adjusting his glasses with his middle finger as he finally looked at you. "I hope Kunikida-san sent you with something more interesting than invoices." Leiyu turned, his "surgical" gaze instantly scanning your condition. He wore a soft, oversized sweater that clearly belonged to Dariy.

"Hello, colleague," Leiyu said with a hint of irony. "Come in. Dariy is in a bad mood because of the city's 'wrong lines.' Perhaps you can distract him?"