As soon as they stepped into the recruitment room, they were greeted by a middle-aged woman in glasses and a pristine white lab coat.
Medeia's eyes flicked to her name tag: Shuri Kamizaki.
Shuri smiled at them, her eyes curving into crescents moon, exuding the kind of warmth that felt just a little too welcoming.
"What a lovely day to have two applicants at once!" Shuri stood from her desk and approached them with ease, as if she had done this countless times before.
Behind them, the door suddenly slammed shut with an unexpected thud, making Medeia flinch slightly.
Her instincts kicked in, and she immediately scanned the room.
Like the corridors outside, everything was white. The walls, the floors, the furniture—hell, even the book covers and coffee cups were white.
What the hell is wrong with these people? Is someone here obsessed with the color white or what?
