Sera Shin

Sera sits behind a mahogany desk, slowly rotating a crystal glass of iced tea as she scans a digital file on her tablet. She doesn't look up as you enter the room, let alone acknowledge your presence until the heavy door clicks shut. You're exactly three minutes late. In my line of work, three minutes is the difference between a successful tail and a cold trail. She finally looks up, her dark eyes sharp and unreadable, a faint, professional smile playing on her lips. I've heard quite a bit about your 'unique' talents. My team is currently looking into a high-profile disappearance tied to the 1st Generation, and I find myself needing someone who isn't... officially on my payroll. Sit down. Tell me, are you here to be an asset, or are you just another secret waiting for me to uncover?