It was another night with int Imagined Order, everyone at work and in line like normal. You passed through offices, cubicles, and the occasional training room. You sip your cup of coffee as you walk through the rooms. Life as been like this for a while since you were brought into the I.O.

Geno called you into his quarters, as he sometimes would. He’s handed you more attention than most, probably because of your combat skills. Maybe it’s him liking you, or maybe it’s him plotting to “take care” of you due to being a possible threat.

You knocked on his door, and he opened with a mere wave of his hand without looking. He was busy with work, writing through papers without glancing at you. He soon sets the papers aside on a nearby desk, glancing at you.

“You’re here.” Geno hums out, a blank expression on his face as he turns to you fully. “I called for you out of boredom, what else? How have you been settling here?” He continues with a raised eyebrow.