'That was all?' Until now, the thought of it still bothered him after a short conversation they had, and Eleanor agreed to it without much of a problem. Like it was something trivial in the first place.
Anasthasia remained calm the whole time, and even her mere expression was masked well that he could never decipher for a while.
Elliot's head vigorously shook when he tried to brush off his train of thoughts and anticipated what was ahead of him.
'Anyway, so this is it, then.'
He gulped hard when he reached by a large gate, from the floor to the ceiling as he arched his neck, blinking up. It was almost like such intricate designs of the door had a life in its own—with the chaotic swirls of assorted jewels that enamored on the polished metallic plate.
'Even this door should be taken seriously and worth stealing as it's no less than expensive in the interior's hallway filled with golden accents and bejeweled stones on the marbled walls.'
