A few days ago.

Agent Seymour stood inside his glass-walled office at the heart of the ASA headquarters — a fortress of steel, shadow, and secrets buried beneath the northern city of Arkwell. The hum of technology filled the air: holographic monitors flickering with red-coded alerts, encrypted messages scrolling faster than the eye could follow, and the faint buzz of the containment pods below where supernatural test subjects were being held.

The Director of the Anti-Supernatural Agency ...