The Civil Protection Office functioned like a police station in this world, a place where citizens could report grievances, seek justice, or request help if something terrible had happened.
The building itself was sturdy and formal, with high ceilings and old dark wooden desks where witch officers handled cases.
Behind one of the desks sat a witch officer, dressed differently from the usual robes. Instead, she wore a tight-fitting uniform designed for movement and combat. She had a strong, honest face, her golden-tan skin glowing under the dim light as she looked at Ruby with sharp, attentive eyes.
Ruby and Julian were seated on the chairs, while Karl stood behind Julian. Milo, standing behind Ruby, looked at her hair before glancing around curiously.
"State your business," she said, her tone firm but professional.