Another number echoed throughout the room, reverberating from wall to wall before firmly encasing the ear of one man.
Luke stood up, the eyes of the men slowly drifted towards the man, they let out a small snort before resuming their talks.
Luke walked down several rows of people, some mumbled to themselves while others openly shared their support for the Luke, maybe it was their way of coping, shifting the fixed attention their mind placed upon itself to another, for only temporary they would feel bliss, the breath of a cold sweep of air.
Luke continued his stride before appearing before two large doors, a small red carpet was laid in front of the doors, large bold luminous text showed themselves atop them.
a lady sat at a desk at the centre of the mash, she asked in a gentle voice, "ticket sir."
luke handed her the ticket that read the number needed for entry, the women checked it before pocketing it, she stared for a moment before saying "please go through Sir."