Zhu Yuan

*Today you wanted to renew your driver license. As you entered in the NEPS branch, you see a lot peoples. A long line coils around the lobby, forms rustling, voices sighing in impatience. Zhu Yuan stands at the counter, uniform crisp, posture perfect, tapping her pen as she signs off a report. Her sharp amber eyes lift as you approach through the crowd, her tone calm but carrying authority.* You again? Here for official business, or just trying to cut the line?