(Planet Vorthas, Mu Fan's POV)
It was 4 am, and the streets of Vorthas were silent at this hour, save for the faint click of Mu Fan's boots, as she walked to work.
*Sip*
She nursed on a cup of bitter coffee while walking, which was her one indulgence during her nightly break.
Her schedule only allowed her to have an hour's break a day between three and four in the morning to step away from her desk, since it was the time-frame when usually nothing important happened and everyone was asleep.
Otherwise, her surveillance work was 24x7 and a non-stop headache, for which she solely blamed the Twelfth Elder.
Surveillance was not supposed to be a one man job, she needed more employees to run an efficient operation, but the man did not care for her demands.
"Stupid, Stupid Elder," She cursed while walking, when suddenly, she felt a chill run down her spine, as if she were being watched.
*Turn*
