isaia walked through the halls of the main headquarters, hurrying to make it everywhere on time. he has already sixteen seconds behind schedule- his entire day would be messed up if he wasn't on time. he tripped over his feet, crashing to the ground. his papers flew everywhere. even though he knew dante wouldn't be angry with him, he still felt a spike of anxiety. he was a little too winded to sit up straight away, trying to catch his breath.