Do You Need Help, Desperate Lamb?

After placing the document pouch in the safe, Specialist K picked up the fixed communicator on her desk.

"What's happening outside?"

"A Class 2 invasion. A task force has already been dispatched to handle it. There's no need for you to worry."

Having received her answer, Specialist K hung up the communicator and returned to her seat. The chandelier's cold light fell across her face, making her already unsettled heart even more agitated.

"Damn it, can't those logistics people add a dimmer switch to the lights?"

For reasons of secrecy and security, none of the Control Bureau's buildings had windows. From the outside, Control Bureau buildings looked like enormous concrete monuments. Thus, there was no natural light within the Control Bureau; all illumination came from the ever-present artificial lights.

Specialist K took a box resembling cigarettes from her pocket. She pulled one out, lit it with a rub of her fingers, and held it beneath her nose. Wisps of smoke entered her respiratory tract with each breath, and the sedatives and hallucinogens contained within gradually calmed her mind.

Calming incense—the indispensable thing for Control Bureau field agents. Constantly facing all manner of bizarre monsters inevitably contaminated their minds, and calming incense was their first choice whenever their hearts grew unsettled.

Rumble!

Another tremor.

But this one was clearly stronger than the last, enough to make the chandelier in Specialist K's room sway faintly.

"Looks like this invasion is a tricky one."

Specialist K sat in her chair, gazing hazily at the chandelier overhead.

Invasions were the most common disasters after The Cataclysm. They were divided into three types. The first was natural-disaster invasions, such as spatial storms and elemental storms. The second was biological invasions, where powerful creatures from other worlds entered their world by accident or design.

The third