Seraphina's Point Of View
The white noise of the hospital's central ventilation system droned low and mechanical, pressing down on the small office with oppressive weight. The stark, sterile atmosphere stood in sharp contrast to the chaotic, hyper-charged energy of the Corvanni tower I had fled forty-five minutes earlier.
Here, no leather-bound ledgers lined the walls. No terrifying CEOs lurked in corners, no platinum-blonde lady attempted to barter for my soul as though I were livestock at auction. Instead, the sharp, unmistakable scent of antiseptic filled my nostrils, fluorescent tubes cast their blinding glare across white linoleum, and the quiet, steady click of a computer mouse punctuated the silence.
