Nioh moved like a shadow through the winding pathways of Citadel, his cloak wrapped tightly around his frail form. Concealing one's identity wasn't unusual in this city; whether to protect oneself or conduct illicit dealings, anonymity was a common currency. He blended into the crowd effortlessly, his presence nothing more than another passing figure lost in the sea of masked intentions.
The Knowledge Hall loomed ahead, its grand bronze and gold archway standing in stark contrast to the more utilitarian buildings surrounding it. Among the many halls of Citadel, this was the least frequented by new Seeds. The cost of information was too steep, and most preferred to spend their early days scouring the Cradle Zones for Biocores rather than squandering their wealth on knowledge.
Yet knowledge was precisely what Nioh needed.
