At this hour, the administrative wing was nearly empty. Most officers had gone home or to the bars lining the lower districts. A few night-shift clerks tapped at typewriters behind half-closed doors.

Y/n had been here enough times that the guards at the front gate just waved her through now. A nod, a clipboard left unchecked.

She knew the way to his office by heart.

Third floor. End of the hall. Door slightly ajar.