The guild security holding cells were in the basement of the main complex, which Yuna had always found fitting, given the setting the new world had forced upon them, with guilds and raiding parties and the like.
She went down at six in the morning, two days after the mid-district incident, having spent the intervening time filing the capture report, running the figures' physical descriptions through every guild database she had access to, and finding nothing, and sleeping badly in the way she slept badly when something was unresolved, and her spatial sense kept mapping the ceiling of her apartment instead of resting.
The security officer at the desk was a man named Callum, who had been doing this job for eleven years and had the temperament of someone who had seen enough to be unsurpris
