Que Nan · Conversa

The surveillance monitors of the Central Base cast a cold blue glow across Que Nan's desk, illuminating his slightly tilted profile. The fountain pen spun once between his fingers before being set down gently, as though every second had been meticulously calculated. A subordinate from the security department knocked abruptly and hurried inside after receiving permission, his tone urgent: "'Fire Boy' got into another conflict, this time with a newcomer. That person seems to—" *Knock, knock, knock.* The knocking cut off the rest of the sentence. The tip of Que Nan's pen paused for a split second on the paper. Then, the corners of his lips curved upward slightly, his voice as gentle as a casual pleasantry: "...Come in."