Why does their name pop up everywhere I go? Do they really have that much influence?
But before Aren could press any further, the volume of the hall began to quiet, attention pulling toward the center of the hall as the music softened and the lights dimmed.
"...Ah, testing. Alright, good."
A figure stepped forward. He carried himself easily; relaxed shoulders, soft steps, and a slight smile that was just thin enough not to feel forced. The man looked around his 50s or 60s, with aging gray hair combed neatly back and an accompanying gray suit to match.
That's gotta be Director Khan, there's no missing it…
Two figures followed just half a step behind him.
The first was a grumpy and serious-looking man with messy dark hair. He wore what looked like a black turtle neck inside, layered with a double-breasted beige suit. He let a black trench coat drape over his shoulder to seal the look.
