"Valtieri!" a guard shouts, rushing toward him. The surroundings, though perhaps beyond the term "environment," reflect a realm at the peak of technological advancement—a gleaming corridor of pristine white with bold blue streaks tracing along the tops of the walls. The air feels charged, humming with an electric chill as people stride purposefully, some casting furtive glances, others focused, but each step is calculated and precise. Intermittent cries disturb the sterile silence, only to be abruptly silenced, like a knife cutting through fabric, the sound absorbed into the space's austere perfection.
Valtieri halts, turning with an expression of simmering impatience, his eyes narrowing slightly in anticipation. "Yes?" His voice, controlled and sharp, breaks through the murmuring chaos, carrying an authority that demands immediate response.
