The old man said nothing as we walked. I had a lot of questions to ask him, but then, it was only right for him to start the conversation. I need to know what he knows about me.
Does he know about the system?
That was the only thing that raced through my mind. He coughed the moment we got to a door. The entrance was painted in gold, and the doors were made of brass.
"Are you ready to know why you are actually here?" he asked, staring at me.
I gulped down the thick saliva at the back of my throat. My eye is glued on the door.
Why does it feel like I was being sentenced to something that I might never be able to turn back from?
I nodded without saying anything.
The man placed his hands on the play surface right beside the door, and it opened.
[Shzzzzzz]
The sound was painful
