"Mr. Gordon, where are we?" Ivy Aretha felt a little uneasy, and her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, "What are we doing here on a business trip? Are we lost?"
For some reason, Ivy felt a strange connection to the desolate, ancient city she found herself in, as if she had been there many years ago in some distant memory. Yet, she couldn't remember anything concrete.
For the life of her, she couldn't recall anything!
"So, are you afraid now? Is it too late?"
Michael Gordon chuckled as he spoke. He turned to see that her face had turned pale and beads of sweat formed on her brow. Realizing that something was amiss, he quickly placed a hand on her forehead and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Uh?
"My belly hurts a bit!" Ivy blurted out, still somewhat taken aback by their surroundings.
