A black car drove through high steel gates, moving so smoothly, it looked like it was gliding through air, through the breeze that blew, rustling the trees. The car finally came to a halt and parked in an open space. The door to the driver's seat swung open and leather shoes met the concrete ground with a light thud. A man emerged; tall, well built. His blue eyes were bright— gleaming with uncertainty, dark locks for hair, and dressed in black. His shoulders were tense as he momentarily held onto the car door he left ajar, staring at the building in front of him, the institute.
He had never been here before. He had never been allowed to come here, never had the courage to do so until now.
Now there was a drive, there was a purpose.
