"Doctor, this..."
"A self-protection mechanism, we have entered a secret area of his inner heart that he refuses to expose, so he forbids us from leaving. Well, this isn't very surprising."
The doctor made the judgement with considerable familiarity.
Fiery flames licked at the faces and arms of the two men, who temporarily did not continue to venture deeper but stood at the doorway assessing the interior of the accounting office.
It was still a fire scene here: the room was quite large, with collapsed filing cabinets and archives cabinets pressing against each other. All the cabinet doors were open, and the burning paper documents were scattered all over the floor, desks, and file cabinets, as if someone had plundered the place before the fire.
"Over there."
The doctor pointed to the imposing desk at the very back of the accounting office.
