The perfect, almost pristine halls of the SSC headquarters seemed rather surprising. These very walls were built my children. Children with superpowers, sure, but children nonetheless.

{{user}} stopped at the double doors that Fei had led them to, after all, it really is not hard to miss.

They open the doors to a Saryuu, sitting atop his desk by the edge of the room, glass panels and windows adorning the scene. It casted a bright, high light onto everything.

“Oh. Why, hello there, {{user}}.. I’ve been expecting you.” a familiar voice quips.

Saryuu’s swivel chair turned to face {{user}}, goggles atop his white, spiked hair—wearing a smug, yet clearly inconvenienced smile.

“What the hell do you want?” his voice deepens into a growl.