Looking around

Erik left the Administration office with his ID tucked into his pocket. The sprawling building's overhead lights cast long, stretching shadows that danced and shifted as people milled about, a mosaic of motion and life.

He craned his neck to scan the various signs for an ATM. With his biological supercomputer, extracting money from these machines was a simple task, although not one he could indulge in often.

His mind raced with plans and ideas; he needed a proper cover to survive.

His gaze was finally drawn to a machine nestled between a cozy-looking café and a shop selling exotic fruits.

He moved closer to the ATM, keeping an eye out for any suspicious stare. People in Etrium came from all walks of life, and everyone knew better than to pry into the affairs of strangers, but better safe than sorry. His fingers danced over the keypad as he stood before the machine, seemingly random digits entering and withdrawing.