Ryuunosuke sat behind his large, polished mahogany desk in the heart of his office, a serene smile playing on his lips as he leaned back in his chair. The bait had been set, and it was already taking effect. He could feel the energy in the air—restlessness, curiosity, a hunger for answers. The rumor about the meteorite was doing its job splendidly. Hybrids were beginning to form their own groups, each with its own agenda, each convinced that they could be the ones to uncover the truth behind the mysterious meteorite. But of course, that was precisely what Ryuunosuke had intended.
The office was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the soft glow of the setting sun filtering through the large window behind him. The shadows danced across the walls, giving the room an air of quiet anticipation, as if the very space itself was holding its breath, waiting for what was to come.
