The drive to the BSA headquarters passed in a blur of city lights and evening traffic. Cyrus kept his expression neutral, his grip on the steering wheel relaxed.
The BSA lobby buzzed with its usual evening activity—agents filing reports, spirits being processed through intake, and the controlled chaos of supernatural law enforcement.
Cyrus approached the reception desk, his presence immediately commanding attention from nearby agents.
"I'm here to see Agent Ashwood," he said, his tone crisp and businesslike.
The receptionist's eyes widened slightly before she checked her screen.
"Agent Ashwood isn't currently—"
"Mr. Drakhal."
Cyrus turned to find Ginsei approaching, pale green hair immaculate as always, ice-blue eyes glinting with unmistakable amusement.
"What an unexpected pleasure," the serpent spirit continued.
"Is Agent Ashwood available?"
"Oh, he was here earlier." Ginsei's smile widened, revealing the faintest hint of fangs.
