Within a spacious office featuring a large dark wooden desk, built-in bookshelves, brown leather chairs, excellent lighting, expansive windows, and a neutral color scheme that exuded both professionalism and wealth,
Faction President Nacht sat behind his desk dealing with routine faction work and documents when urgent knocks rang through his door. He grunted slightly as he raised his head from the paperwork. "Come in."
A woman in a dark suit and matching pants hurried in with obvious concern etched across her face.
"What is it?" he asked, immediately noticing his subordinate's troubled expression.
"Sir, I just got word that Dorian Graves is back in the city," she said, her voice carrying alot of worry.
Nacht's face went so grim that fury was clearly visible in his face. "Who gave you that information?" he demanded, dropping his pen and abandoning his work entirely.
