The interrogation room was different from the elegant cell. Smaller, more intimate, with a round table that pretended to create a false sense of equality between its occupants.
The lighting was again carefully arranged to reveal facial expressions while the walls hummed with detection beasts' energy.
Ren observed the five men seated before him. They'd given him the VIP treatment, with the highest number of important figures trying to extract information. Each of them carried themselves differently; authority wrapped around them like cloaks of varying weights.
His mushrooms pulsed softly, capturing the nuances in their expressions, the subtle tells that betrayed their thoughts.
Zhao was the first to speak, his voice warm as the last time they'd met. "I'm glad to return and see you're well, Ren. You worried us when you wouldn't wake up." Genuine concern colored his words.
