27 West Gallon Street (3)

While Erik silently and stealthily walked down the corridor, the tenth floor of the building was teeming with activity. 

The frigid and austere atmosphere fit with the tangible unease that pervaded the air. He had a sense of nearing something, though what lay ahead was still veiled in mystery.

Unexpectedly, a door swung open ahead of him, and a team of elite guards emerged into the corridor. 

Their uniforms were immaculate and commanding, their countenances rigidly resolute. 

They started a thorough examination of the hallway, their eyes alert and acute.

Erik's heart raced with the thrill of a challenge, rather than fear, as he readied himself to fight these individuals. He wanted to avoid detection and fighting his way out of the building to make it look like he wasn't there. But he was not afraid, as these people were not his match; he was prepared for whatever came his way.