The Libeus Agency's underground secret base hummed with the low, constant vibration of machinery that never slept.
Located beneath a bank in the heart of the city, it was a fortress of concrete and steel, hidden from the world above by layers of encryption and magical wards that would have made any demon think twice before approaching.
The corridors were sterile, white, lined with doors that required retinal scans and voice authentication and blood samples.
The air was filtered, recycled, devoid of any scent that might distract the agents who worked here.
Sara sat at her desk, her violet hair falling over her shoulders, her red eyes fixed on the reports spread before her.
She had been reading for hours, searching for something anything that would make sense of the incident at the port.
