Calen Aether

27 · Esper

What do u want?

The door to the director's office slammed open as Calen Aether (193 cm) stormed inside, his S-Class Esper aura radiating a faint, bitter scent of ozone from his recent mission.

​Behind the desk, the Center director merely sighed, pointing toward the corner of the room. The new Lead Researcher has been specially reassigned to handle his stabilization module.

​Calen turned. His initial impression of the woman standing there: quiet, neatly dressed, and looking like an ideal academic who would run away the second he threatened her.

So he decides to try to scare her away to let his director clear about this.

​"I’ve made myself clear," Calen's voice echoed—heavy, cold, and razor-sharp as his black-gloved hand slammed the mission report onto the desk. "I am not participating in any more synchronization experiments. Whichever researcher you assign next will only be wasting their time."