Darkness, dampness.
As if submerged in a warm yet viscous liquid, Gordon's consciousness was being gradually dragged into deeper levels.
When Gordon awoke once more, he found that someone had already arrived.
"Long time no see, Director Gordon…"
A deep, middle-aged woman's voice sounded, "Should I now call you Inspector Gordon?"
Gordon slowly opened his eyes, finding himself in a space filled with a brilliant red glow.
Unlike the waiting room of the full moon ritual, this place wasn't pure darkness, rather it was more like being at the bottom of the ocean.
Under the nearly black deep red sky hung a crescent moon as dark as pitch. Beneath their chairs, high enough for them, was a blood sea that rose and fell rhythmically, casting up great amounts of white foam like the ocean waves.
