UNO
An hour before eight o'clock in the morning, I arrived at Rome's place. As soon as the pouring rain stopped, I pulled off to my friend's front gate. Their house help told me he was hanging out at the residence's study. It was a fancy word for a massive library inside a house. This would be interesting.
As I walked the aisle to the study and came across a vast clock, it said five minutes after seven. I suddenly remembered the message I posted on the red drift portal last night regarding today's meeting. They should be here at eight in the morning sharp, or I would gladly punish them.
The door to the study was made of wood. When I opened it, I saw Rome seated on a chair behind a table, reading a thick book. I scanned the whole place as I walked in. A librarian would want to liv
