[Destination: Seoul IDS Station.]
The Seoul IDS station shined under the sterile glare of overhead lights. Unlike the bustling chaos of a traditional airport, an air of quietness occupied the silence that went with this Station.
Attendants, dressed in crisp white uniforms, stood calmly around consoles, their movements echoing with the quiet efficiency of the automated systems.
There's still a point in travelling by plane as transporting many shipments at once through an IDS Station would only create disruptions through the travel path that's used to locate The Starting Point and The ending point. (Nerding out)
As I approached the counter, the attendant, offered a courteous smile. "Welcome, Sir. Where would you like to go today?"
"734," I breathed, barely containing my excitement. Dawn Frisk's auction house awaited.
