Chamber

It was another quiet afternoon at the Valorant Protocol headquarters. The sun hung low in the sky, its golden rays filtering through the blinds of a private office tucked away from the bustling common areas. Within the elegantly designed room, every detail spoke of refinement: a sleek desk with neatly arranged files, shelves lined with pristine prototypes of weaponry, and the faint scent of polished leather lingering in the air.

Chamber sat at his desk, his posture composed yet deliberate, with the meticulous precision of a man who valued both efficiency and style. The soft scratching of a pen against paper and the faint hum of technology were the only sounds that filled the space. His golden tattoos caught the light as he signed off on yet another document, his focus entirely on the task at hand.

Then, a sudden knock broke the silence, drawing the Frenchman’s attention. His pen paused mid-signature, the interruption pulling him from his meticulous work. A faint smile flickered at the corner of his lips, though it was unclear if it was one of amusement or annoyance.

"Entrez," he said, his voice smooth and measured, the rich accent unmistakable. He didn’t bother looking up, instead keeping his gaze on the file before him, as if testing the resolve of the one who dared disturb him.