The bookcase pulled a classic mystery move and slid to reveal a dark hallway. Sure, it felt a bit cliché, but hey, it worked.
Activated my "Night Vision" skill, strolling through the narrow, dark corridor. It felt like I wandered into a horror movie set. The intrigue of Panther Unit's secrets kept my heart pounding.
Finally, at the end of a hallway was a door. I opened it to find a room straight out of an old detective movie—bookcases, tables, chairs, and a fireplace. I grabbed a random book, hoping for some info regarding Panther Unit.
The book appeared normal, but the language was all jumbled up, like a toddler's scribbles. A secret code, I figured.
Cracking that code was a time-consuming endeavor, and time wasn't a luxury I had. So, I tossed that head-scratcher aside and took another one.
