Whitehall

Hilda's switchboard call traces the insecticide conspiracy to Whitehall, London, where officials issue deadly orders from echoing corridors of ministerial power. Clipped voices confirm bureaucratic control over the poison scheme, marking this human-scale district as the shrunken group's critical target. Grand stone facades loom in implication, their authority clashing with the miniatures' desperate scramble, turning vague threats into a focused assault on systemic corruption.