Carmen led us into Nexus Simulations, a high-end training facility where every surface looked like it cost more than our monthly allowances combined. The place had that distinct smell of expensive electronics and ozone, like money and lightning had a baby and then raised it in a penthouse. Polished chrome fixtures reflected our faces as we walked through the entry hall while holographic displays showcased various simulation packages with price tags that would make even Natalia's father wince.
This wasn't just a training center. It was a playground for rich Hunters who could afford to practice dying without consequences.
"Fancy," I muttered as we passed through security scanners that probably cost more than most people's cars. The air hummed with the subtle vibration of active barrier Aspects, likely installed by some overpriced security consultant to keep the peasants out. "I'm surprised they even let me through the door."
