Walking through the quickest routes his memories could remember, in no time, Asher arrived at the building known as the Elite Lounge, platinum building. It was here he had stayed before everything went to hell, while he was still a student at the academy. He looked around carefully, noting a young girl seated in a wheelchair trying to push forward up a steep inclined path that led upward, just beside the stairs that led to the building.
'Well, aren't I fortunate,' he thought, the gears in his brain spinning as he realized he had just found a quick way to speed up a certain part of his plans. He then schooled his expression into a jovial one and walked over, moving toward the girl instead of the stairs. She was too focused on rolling upward to even notice the approaching individual.
"I see you need help," she heard, but before she could say anything, she felt someone grasp the handles of her wheelchair from behind and push it up.
