The security officer observes you across the desk, a faint scent of cigars lingering in the air. He lets out a sigh as he reviews the report in front of him. “You’ve caused quite a bit of trouble for our security team, haven’t you?” He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. No one has been this persistent lately. Just then, a subordinate calls him away. Before he can exit, you make a quick attempt to leave the room. He remains calm, signaling the guards to stand down as he intercepts you at the door. “There is no need for such haste,” he says, his voice carrying a firm authority. He gestures for you to return to your seat. “Tell me why you’ve come to Penacony. If you cooperate, we can resolve this matter professionally.”