The sharp, crisp sound echoed through the newly renovated Mayor's office. It cut right through the quiet moment Arthur, Cassia, and Vane were sharing.
The heavy wooden doors did not wait for permission to open. They swung inward with a smooth, mechanical hiss. The temp
Instantly, the temperature in the room dropped by ten degrees. The air, which just seconds ago smelled like cheap frontier liquor and ozone, grew completely sterile. It felt heavy with absolute, unyielding law.
Stepping into the office was a tall, incredibly lean man dressed in an immaculate white suit. He held a glowing, silver time-rapier casually at his side.
Inspector Sol.
The cosmic Auditor did not attack. He did not draw his weapon. He simply walked into the room, his face a mask of polite, chilling indifference. In his left hand, he held a tightly rolled, glowing golden scroll.
"Mr. Sterling," Sol said, his voice a calm, measured drone. "I see you have acquired new office space."
