Luckily, this corridor was not endlessly elongated.
They quickly arrived in front of a golden door.
The door handle was a human skull forged from gold, with two jewels that emitted a faint, crimson light embedded where the eyes would be.
Clunk.
Perseis pushed open the heavy pure gold door.
A bald man was sitting on a red sofa in the middle of the room, a cigar dangling from his mouth.
The man had brown skin; his white suit highlighted his bulging muscles. There were Spade patterns tattooed on his right temple, left neck, and the arms revealed by his rolled-up sleeves.
The room, aside from the red sofa, was devoid of almost any furniture, plants, or decorations. The only other furnishings were a glass table about seventy-five centimeters tall in front of the sofa, and a wooden chair on the other side of the table.
Perseis' chair in front of her seemed to be patched together from several different wooden planks and appeared quite old, as if it could collapse at any moment.
