Floor Ten had no floor.
At least, not in any normal sense.
The moment Julian stepped through the doorway, his body locked up.
Instinct screamed at him to stop moving.
To turn around.
To find another way.
There wasn't one.
A single narrow walkway of glass stretched out into endless darkness.
No walls.
No ceiling.
No visible support.
Just a translucent path hanging in a void that seemed to go on forever.
Beneath it was darkness.
Above it was darkness.
Ahead of it was darkness.
The walkway looked less like a bridge and more like a crack through reality.
And standing at the far end was a man.
He wasn't what Julian expected.
After everything the Protocol had thrown at them…living floors, memory prisons, impossible judges, human bridges…Julian had expected something grand.
Som
