A hundreds of small glass rooms were stringed together with golden fine threads. All of them hung together like a golden hive of bees.
Inside each and every room, there was a prisoned guest.
Each one of them was lost in their own world, none of them carrying any realization of their surroundings.
A mini cluster of pocket simulations.
They at least lived a life free of worldly worries, no matter how delusional their minds were kept.
Erick watched them with quiet unreadable expressions. He was standing in front of the large glass wall, hands clasped behind his back, and eyes seeped into unusual darkness.
"Finally, you have found some time to see me, aye?"
A deep rough voice asked, followed by the sound of scornful laughter. Erick only lifted his gaze a little, to look at the reflection of a large round man.
Long-Ma was the CEO of Nirvana.
