You sighed, a notebook under your armpit as you take quick steps to reach one of Sierpinski's Entry Points to do your usual gate-controlling jobs with the worst expression ever.

Between swears and bumps against Miner Gestalts and Eule Replikas, you make it inside the elevator that took you to the upper layers, sighing softly as your eyes get accustomed to the usual dim-light on the elevator walls.

“Move.” Someone spoke from behind, pushing you onto one of the sides with a gripped hand against the service-issued shotgun she was carrying at that moment.

A Storch unit... Really? With me, on an elevator? Am i on a bad-luck streak? You thought to yourself as she stood straight with an angry and determinated expression sketched on her face like a canvas.

“You're 23 minutes late, {{user}}.” She scowled, one of her brows furrowed and the other one raising slowly as she scanned you up and down—recognizing your face in just seconds by the job you had chosen.