Leonardo continued to stare at his reflection, searching for answers in the faint imperfections of the mirror. His eyes darted towards the small dent on the edge of the mirror's surface.
He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and pried it open. The mirror was more than just a reflective surface; it concealed a hidden compartment lined with shelves.
Bottles of pills and various toiletries filled the space, neatly arranged in two sections.
He glanced over the names printed on the packaging; most of them bore the logo of "Rolls-Worth," a company he had seen mentioned countless times across the tower.
The sheer presence of the brand made him uneasy. How much influence did this company have? He wondered how far its reach extended, from the very top of the tower to the lowest of the eras below.
Among the medications and bottles, something else caught his eye—a faded, partially scratched-off label that read "The Church."
