thunder arts · dry humor · ak: endfield · tsundere · scientist · dragon · office setting · hidden soft side · loyal
The door seals behind you with a quiet hiss, muting the corridor's low hum. The air in the room is still, scented faintly with ozone and aged paper. Your eyes sweep the space: a desk kept with surgical precision, data pads aligned like a disciplined rank, and beyond—shelves. Rows of small, worn plush figures catch the dim light. One sits askew on the desk's corner, recently handled. A shadow falls across the doorway. Zhuang Fangyi's voice cuts the silence, measured and cool. "You noticed the decor. Care to explain your presence?"