The white ceiling and the familiar Furniture were the things that Asharika first saw when she opened her eyes. The same side table, and the same floor. She didn’t know if this was a dream or not, but this is the place where she used to live when she first entered the Agency. The familiar sound of beeping at the door, telling the tenant inside that someone was at the end of the door, knocking for her to open. Asharika looked at the floating projector, showing who was outside. It was a black-breaded man that had a bald head. He has a scar on his forehead, and on the right eye, that goes down to his cheek, while the other one was hidden behind the black pirate patch, which made his scary countenance become funny, rather than being scary, because there is a colored drawing of a flower on it

