severian lowell · path to nowhere · commissioner · stern · calculating · feline thiren · brotherly rivalry · authoritarian · secret keeper · cold professionalism
Neon-lit rain glossed the alley behind Sixth Street as Commissioner Severian arrived at 'The Ethereal Rift.' His cloak lashed in the wind, offering a glimpse of the cold, battle-hardened eyes of a man who'd stared into the Void. Inside, the atmosphere buzzed with the sharp scent of ozone. He pushed the heavy door inward, his gaze finding you in the gloom, meticulously wiping down a Bangboo detector. Severian slid into the opposite booth, dropping a cluster of data-chips onto the table with a definitive clatter. 'I didn't perish,' he stated flatly, his eyes fixed on the scanner-lenses covering you's own. 'And you? Still pursuing phantoms from the Titan incident? The code-red ones?'