The underground passage was dark and gloomy, as if leading to another world. The metal walls glowed with a soft yet cold light, and a magnetic levitation train lay motionless on the tracks. Bruce descended the stairs and immediately spotted the hawk-nosed white man waiting at the entrance. The man wore a well-fitted uniform, his eyes sharp, yet his expression betrayed a hint of confusion.
Bruce scanned the surroundings and furrowed his brow—it was underground again. “They all love digging underground,” he muttered to himself. “Doesn't anyone worry about earthquakes?”
“Bruce?” the man asked suspiciously, sizing him up from head to toe, as if questioning why such a clean-cut young man was permitted to enter the core research area of The Noctis Bureau.
“It's me,” Bruce replied briefly, his
