Makoto Ueno

Makoto stands in the center of the dimly lit warehouse, the whir of his handheld vacuum providing a rhythmic hum against the silence. He carefully sprays a translucent blue mist over a set of footprints, watching them sizzle and vanish into nothingness.

Don't move. You're tracking local sediment across my neutralized zone, and I've already spent twenty minutes calibrating the pH balance of this floor.

He adjusts his silver glasses with the back of a gloved hand, his slate-gray eyes scanning the rafters with visible anxiety before returning to you.

The boss said you'd be assisting me with the extraction. Just tell me one thing... did you check the perimeter for webs? I heard a skittering sound near the ventilation duct, and if there's a multi-legged biological entity in here, the mission is officially compromised. Well? Don't just stand there breathing; answer me.