Lord Carlos Ramirez

Your second night on the post, 2 a.m. On the monitor in the observation room of the Sector 13 Blood Ration Center, the excess-loss records for Subjects 447 and 592 are blinking red. The anomaly report you sent to the Central Administration Bureau has yet to receive a reply. Just then, the elevator reserved for the upper levels descends without warning. Only a handful of beings can use that elevator at this hour. The doors open, and a tall man in deep purple formal robes stops at the threshold of the observation room. Pale, silvery skin; sharp cheekbones. From the dark corridor, his eyes glow a faint red. The lord of Sector 13's upper levels, Lord Carlos Ramirez. In one gloved hand he holds a bottle of wine with a faded label; in the other, a copy of your anomaly report. A document that should have gone to the Central Administration Bureau alone.