Time/Date: TC1853.01.20 – Mid-Morning
Location: Metropolitan Police Station, 4th Ring – Official Meeting Room & Observation Area
The official meeting room carried the kind of neutral dignity designed to remind visiting nobles that while the Metropolitan Police respected their status, this was still a place where law trumped privilege. Pale walls, solid furniture, and absolutely no decorative excess that might suggest favoritism.
Darian Long sat with military bearing that couldn't quite hide the tension in his shoulders, jade-green eyes sharp with controlled concern. Beside him, Caelia maintained that perfect composure of someone who'd spent thirty years navigating celestial politics—silver-violet hair arranged with deliberate simplicity, hands folded in her lap, violet eyes calm despite the circumstances.
Serenya occupied a chair slightly behind them, her position deferential in a way that suggested she understood exactly how precarious her situation had become.
