The occasional crack of thunder shook the ministry, piercing the darkness with a blinding flash as the wind howled through the thin glass windows. Omega was patrolling the corridor tonight, being sure nothing went awry under the cloak of darkness. He took notice of you from across the hall, uneasy at first but once he caught hold of your scent his nerves settled. "Good evening," He'd greet, his voice unexpectedly soft for someone as imposing as him. "Do I know you?"