The interior of Red Crest headquarters was all function, no flair. And Tatehan couldn't hide his anxiousness as he stepped inside and was immediately struck by how different it felt from the futuristic city outside.
He managed to summon his back pack into his inventory so it wouldn't look like he was some kid going to school.
He'd expected something like this, noting how the place looked from outside the walls. There were no holographic displays or glowing neon signs. He couldn't even point to a particular piece of tech equipment in this place. It looked just... normal.
All he could see were cold metal walls, reinforced doors, and the smell of gun oil and sweat hanging heavy in the air.
