A vast area covered in orange sand. The Void.

And an orange hotel standing tall in that desert-like void.

Inside the hotel, a completely different scene is unfolding. Armed agents move about, and observers in the control room stare at hundreds of monitors with tired faces, coffee in hand.

Someone grumbles about when work will end, others gather to share meaningless jokes. One person has a game secretly running on their monitor. An image far removed from that of worldline guardians.

And on the first floor of the 'Time Management Bureau'. A presence stands in the lobby, exuding a dignified aura.