Trinity led Lumian and Shirley to the apartment room provided by the Vanguard for him. She swipes a keycard against a sleek panel beside the door, and with a faint hum, the entrance slides open. She gestures for Lumian and Shirley to step inside, her movements were sharp and efficient, betraying none of the irritation and obvious anxiousness simmering beneath her composed exterior.
Lumian crossed the threshold first, his worn shoes echoed faintly on the polished floor, and stopped short as his eyes took in the space before him. He hadn't known what to expect, but it certainly wasn't this.
The room or rather, the suite was a vision of luxury he'd only glimpsed in the flickering frames of old movies or the worn pages of magazines. It was a far cry from the damp, cluttered Lair he'd called home.