The Daxon Company building stood as grand as it once had. Sheena stared at the nameplate for quite a while before finally stepping inside with Julio. Her hand held Julio’s arm tightly, not out of hesitation, but because of an emotion that was difficult to describe.

“It feels strange,” Sheena said softly. “After everything that happened, we’re finally really here.”

Julio turned to her with a faint smile. “Not strange. This is how it was meant to be.”

Inside the lobby, several long-time Daxon staff members looked surprised to see them. Whispers could be heard, but the atmosphere remained professional. Not long after, Gevan appeared from the direction of the...