Tap tap tap tap tap…..
Sitting in a room with mirrors surrounding him, Matthew was tapping his leg on the floor repeatedly, as he was wont to do whenever he was displeased with something.
For the past day, he and the others had been confined in such rooms, separately, with all communication methods taken away from them. In front of him was a table, and on it were a few tomes regarding the attitude that one should adopt if they wished to reach the peak. It was idle reading meant for seeds who wanted to pass time, and it had been placed there with the message that he should read it if he was bored.
Food was teleported into the room onto the table at exactly the time when he usually had his meals, and even though the food, itself, was still cooked by the gourmet chefs who were specially employed by the Big Four for the seeds, it tasted bland, because of the situation that he found himself in.
