The team of four found themselves in the underground of the Snowesse building, a place as barren as a snow-white desert. Not a single piece of furniture adorned the space, only the elevator they had arrived in, mirrored by another on the opposite side. The only embellishment in the pristine white room was their family emblem, proudly displayed on the right wall.
However, two aspects prompted them to grimace. For Valeria, it was the man who had greeted her, flanked by two others on his left, while the man in the pristine snow-colored suit from the Snowesse family remained unfamiliar.
Meanwhile, for the children, it was the sheer number of people in this vast, desolate place. People of various races and sizes adorned in similar attire presented themselves, indicating their affiliation with the same family.
'At least forty,' Leon, swiftly estimating the count.
