They had walked into a basement and on the sides of the stairs were blue lights, sending rays of their beautiful splendor on every side of the room. It must have been customized or something because of a red character bearing the Great Cruz, flared with the blue lights. The stairs themselves also had the face of Fabian etched on every side. There was no single window in sight, the vent hanging beside the chandelier was the source of air and it gave the atmosphere a sweet rosy fragrance. Glasses bearing Great Cruz was also designed on the chandelier in a way that they spelled the name but did not reflect with the light. It was a flaunting of wealth and power. This must be Fabian's niche; the place he had spent all his life. Looking at it now, Matt realized that anybody can spend their lives here. The luxury could drive an average citizen insane.
"Password, please." A male computerized voice said.
