Quiet footsteps echoed across the tiled floor. The halls painted a variety of colors as the sunlight bled through the stained glass of the large panes, casting a soft glow over whoever traversed it. It was one of the few places within the Syndicate headquarters with accessible sunlight. To Rojin, personally, it was his favorite spot to be. Tranquil. A little sliver of calm after a long day.

He stood tall by one of the windows, peering outside the multicolored glass and leaning on his cane.