His answer met the robot's question in a heartbeat:
"The Hidden Light."
Ting!
The door whispered their acceptance and slid open, welcoming him inside.
What met his eyes next was a very thick fog, most likely artificial and only present to set the mood.
Emir found that slightly childish, and as he entered, his hope for finding anything useful decreased even further.
From what he could see, a long, oval table bathed in black stood in the middle of the room.
On both sides of that table were a group of seven people, each wearing a dark cloak and masks that hid their identities.
They were already sitting there, staring at him as if wanting to intimidate him.
But he was at the opposite end of experiencing such a thing.
The only thing their staring had done was make him struggle—to stop himself from laughing.
