The window stretched floor to ceiling, a modern sheet of reinforced glass with a faint blue tint that filtered the afternoon light. No frame interrupted the view, just seamless transparency that made it feel like standing at the edge of the building itself.
Beyond it, Naija City sprawled out in muted colors, the streets below busy with mundane life that had no idea what walked among them.
Yime stood closest to the glass, her arms crossed, gaze fixed on a lone figure moving down the street. Jorg stood beside her, hands clasped behind his back, his expression unreadable. Orel leaned slightly forward, orange-tinted glasses catching the light as he tracked Makun's every step.
Behind them, silent and still as a shadow, Amelia stood with her back to the wall, eyes half-lidded but watching everything.
