The Tower Resource Bureau building sat three blocks from Dublin Tower.
It was modern glass and steel construction that looked out of place among the older brick buildings surrounding it. Government money had built this while leaving the rest of the neighborhood to rot.
James walked through the front doors into a lobby with polished floors and white walls. Everything was clean, bright and cold. There were signs pointed to different departments: REGISTRATION, LOOT APPRAISAL, CURRENCY EXCHANGE, LEGAL SERVICES, GUILD LICENSING.
He followed the arrow to REGISTRATION.
The office was a large room with plastic chairs arranged in rows and numbered counters along the far wall. It smelled of disinfectant and flow polish as James stepped in fully, sweeping his gaze across the space. About twenty people stood, waiting. They looked eighteen or nineteen, fresh Tutorial survivors still processing what they'd been through. A few were older, maybe in their twenties, with furrowed eyebrows and pressed lips. Annoyance evident in their gaze.
James took a number from the dispenser on the wall: 47.
The board above the counters showed they were currently serving number 31. He sat in a plastic chair and settled in to wait.
A girl two seats over cried quietly while her mother rubbed her back, and another boy near the window kept opening and closing his status window as if he couldn't believe what it said.
James watched without expression and waited for his number.
The board updated to 32, then 33.
The lobby doors opened and the noise level in the room shifted. People turned to look and whispers went through the rows of chairs.
James glanced toward the entrance, searching for the reason.
A man walked in, seeming to draw the attention of everyone in the room. He was tall and broad-shouldered with grey showing in his dark hair. His suit looked so expensive, it probably code Jame's entire house. He strode into the place, his footsteps slow and light.
Marcus Hale was a S-rank Challenger. One of the strongest in Ireland and the leader of the Emerald Spire Guild.
Behind him walked Finn.
James recognized him immediately from the Tutorial. The same tall frame and flat expression. Finn wore expensive casual clothes now instead of blood-soaked armor, but his face carried the same look it had at the end of the challenge.
The whispers got louder.
"That's Marcus Hale's son."
"The one who just survived the Tutorial?"
"Of course he survived. Probably had private tutors his whole life."
"Some people get everything handed to them."
"Born into the Emerald Spire Guild. So lucky."
Finn's expression didn't change. He walked to the number dispenser and pulled a ticket without looking at anyone. His father followed close behind with his hand on Finn's shoulder.
They sat in the front row. Marcus pulled out his phone and started making calls. His voice carried across the room as he talked about guild business and Floor clearing schedules and loot projections.
Finn sat beside him and stared straight ahead at nothing.
The board updated. NOW SERVING 39.
Three more people went through the registration process. Names, dates, classes, signatures, photos, ID cards.
NOW SERVING 42.
Finn stood when his number was called. He walked to counter three while his father followed. The clerk behind the bulletproof glass typed without looking up.
"Name and date of birth."
"Finn Hale. August 3rd, 2112."
She typed it in, as Marcus leaned against the counter with his arms crossed.
"Tutorial completion date?"
"March 18th, 2130."
"Class?"
"Berserker."
The clerk's fingers paused for half a second when she saw the name Hale on her screen, then continued. "Uncommon tier. Sign here." She slid a tablet through the slot. Finn signed without reading the form and slid it back. A printer ran behind her.
"Hold still for photo."
Finn looked at the camera. Flash.
The clerk pulled a plastic card from the printer and slid it through the slot. "Your official Challenger ID. You'll need it for loot sales at any government buyback or private auction house. Replacement is two hundred dollars, so don't lose it."
Finn took the card without looking at it and turned to leave.
The lobby doors burst open and three reporters rushed in with cameras and recording equipment. They must have been waiting outside. The security guard tried to stop them but Marcus waved him off with a satisfied smile.
The reporters moved around Finn before he could reach the exit. Cameras pointed at his face while microphones extended toward him. Marcus stepped back with his arms crossed.
"Finn! Finn Hale! Can we ask you a few questions about your Tutorial experience?"
Finn stopped walking but didn't turn around.
"How was the Tutorial? What was it like for someone from a top guild family?"
Finn stared at the wall and said nothing.
"What was the hardest part? Did you encounter any major threats?"
His expression stayed completely blank.
"Were you scared at any point during the seventy-two hours?"
The lead reporter changed approach. "Your father leads one of Ireland's top guilds. Will you be joining Emerald Spire now that you've completed the Tutorial?"
Finn stopped breathing for a moment.
He turned around slowly and looked at the reporter. Then he looked directly at the camera. His expression was blank but his eyes were sharp.
"No."
The word came out flat and final. He offered no explanation.
The waiting room went completely silent as
Marcus's smile disappeared. His face went red and his jaw clenched. He stepped forward and grabbed Finn's arm hard enough that his knuckles went white.
"We're leaving. Now."
He pulled Finn toward the exit while the reporters tried to follow. Marcus turned on them with a look that stopped them where they stood. He pushed through the doors with Finn in tow and they disappeared outside. The reporters looked at each other, then went after them.
The waiting room broke into whispers.
"Did you hear that? He said no."
"Marcus Hale's going to be furious."
"That took guts. Saying no on camera like that."
"Or stupidity. Who turns down Emerald Spire?"
James sat in his plastic chair and thought about what he'd just seen. He'd fought beside Finn in the Tutorial, watched him split goblins in half with a battleaxe. Saw him kneel in exhaustion covered in blood after the fight ended. Heard him speak maybe ten words total during the entire seventy-two hours.
He'd never known Finn was Marcus Hale's son. In the Tutorial, Finn had just been another survivor trying not to die.
The board updated. NOW SERVING 43.
A guy around James's age sat down in the chair beside him a few minutes later. He was well-dressed in expensive casual clothes, with a clean haircut and shoes without a scuff on them.
He glanced at James and nodded. "First time registering?"
James nodded back.
The guy extended his hand. "I'm Daniel. I just finished the Tutorial yesterday."
James shook his hand briefly. "James. Same."
Daniel leaned back and crossed his legs. "What class did you get? I pulled Flame Mage. Rare tier, so not bad."
"Necromancer."
Daniel's eyebrows went up and he let out a short laugh. "Necromancer? Seriously? That's got to be the edgiest class I've ever heard of. What do you do, walk around raising skeleton armies and brooding?"
James's expression didn't change. "Something like that."
"I bet that'll go over well with the ladies." Daniel grinned. "Nothing says romantic date like 'hey baby, want to see my collection of animated corpses?'"
James stared at him without responding.
Daniel's grin faded when he realized the joke wasn't landing. He cleared his throat and went back to his phone. "Well, uh, good luck with that I guess."
James went back to watching the room.
Across from him, a girl in ripped jeans and a faded band shirt stared at her number ticket. She had no parents with her and no expensive clothes, and she looked like she had come through the Tutorial the same way James had.
She glanced up and met his eyes for half a second before looking away.
The board updated to NOW SERVING 44 and Daniel stood and walked to counter four. The clerk behind the glass typed without looking up.
"Name and date of birth."
"Daniel Chen. January 22nd, 2112."
She typed. "Tutorial completion date?"
"March 18th, 2130."
"Class?"
"Flame Mage."
The clerk typed for a moment. "Rare tier. Sign here." She slid a tablet through the slot. Daniel signed it with a flourish and slid it back. A printer ran behind her.
"Hold still for photo."
Daniel looked at the camera. The light burst and he blinked.
The clerk pulled a plastic card from the printer and slid it through the slot. "Your official Challenger ID. You'll need it for loot sales at any government buyback or private auction house. Replacement is two hundred dollars, so don't lose it."
Daniel took the card with a smile and immediately held it up for a selfie as he walked back to his seat.
The board updated to NOW SERVING 45, then 46. Two more Challengers went through the same routine of names, dates, classes, signatures, photos, and ID cards before the board updated one final time.
NOW SERVING 47.