ʕ•̫•ʔ---The Theos

The trek to Naga's office felt longer than it should have. Maybe it was because my pockets were lighter, thanks to the ridiculous expenses I couldn't file for reimbursement—apparently, I needed the founder's approval.

Which, on the bright side, worked out. Since I was heading straight to see him anyway.

When I finally reached the door, I knocked, and a muffled voice from inside granted me entry.

Let me tell you—I had never set foot in Naga's office before. And the first thing that hit me when I stepped inside?

Nothing.

No personal touches. No decorations. No clutter. Just empty, impersonal space of basic furnishing. It felt like the kind of office someone only used when they absolutely had to.

Like today.

Naga sat behind his desk, flashing me his usual grin, tiny fangs peeking out. "Carl! How was your last trip?"

I hesitated. "Uh… eventful?"

His grin widened, eyes glinting with something knowing.