Hana walked through the corridors of the Arbiter's castle in the capital city, her eyes scanning her surroundings, ensuring she wouldn't get killed when she let her guard down. Each step she took was a step closer to her room. It had become her safe place, a place where she could think, plan, and coordinate with Clara without the prying eyes of the Arbiters or their disgusting minions.
As the heavy metallic doors slid open with a hiss, Hana stepped into her room. Her wristband glowing faintly, Clara activated the lights and secured the chamber.
"Welcome back, Hana," Clara's calm voice greeted her. "The room is secure, and all external surveillance has been neutralized."
Hana nodded, a small smirk tugging at her lips. "Good. Let's get to work."
