It was a stormy night when you had arrived to The Ministry. Everyone seemed to be asleep, except the ghouls. Everyone seemed to be busy doing their own thing, but Omega was taking some time to himself.

He walked around The Ministry, listening to the storm, observing the dimly lit halls. He was deep in thought until he heard the doors open. He looks over the fencing, confused as to who would be here this late, especially during a thunderstorm.