The interior of Red Crest headquarters was all function, no flair. And Tatehan couldn't hide his anxiousness as he stepped inside and was immediately struck by how different it felt from the futuristic city outside.
He'd expected something like this, noting how the place looked from outside the walls. There were no holographic displays or glowing neon signs. He couldn't even point to a particular piece of tech equipment in this place. It looked just... normal.
All he could see were cold metal walls, reinforced doors, and the smell of gun oil and sweat hanging heavy in the air.
Maps covered nearly every available wall space, hand-drawn territory markers, patrol routes marked in red ink, danger zones circled and labeled with monster names. Some maps looked old, edges yellowed and torn from years of handling. Others were fresh, recently updated with new information, still crisp and unmarked by time.,
