Lous Club, Scovlund.
At around eight in the evening, countless lights illuminated the city.
It brought a touch of life back to this ancient building.
In Connolly's office, the silence was heavy..
Evans, Helice, and Nathan stood quietly on the side, not daring to speak.
Connolly sat in his chair, absentmindedly playing with the old pen he always carried with him. His sunken eyes, resembling those of a skeleton, stared blankly at the clock on the wall, deep in thought.
Gill had been out of contact for half an hour, which was not a good sign for any of them.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
The sound of knocking broke the oppressive silence in the room.
"Come in," Connolly rasped, his voice hoarse.
With a creak, the old wooden door swung open, and a middle-aged woman entered, holding a stack of documents in her arms.
"Mr. Connolly, our headquarters in Rania has also caught fire."
