Strax's office was in absolute silence, a stark contrast to the constant chaos that seemed to follow him wherever he went. Here, however, everything was stable. Controlled. Almost… normal. The desk in front of him, wide and made of reinforced dark wood, was covered with neatly arranged stacks of documents, maps, and reports, each meticulously separated as if the very physical order could compensate for the unpredictable nature of the world beyond those walls. He sat, his body leaning slightly forward, one elbow resting on the surface while the fingers of one hand supported the weight of his head, a gesture that showed not physical fatigue, but rather a rare moment of introspection.
His eyes slowly scanned the papers in front of him, but his mind was elsewhere.
