CLACK
An automatic door opened, revealing Ria to a gigantic lab that stretched farther than even her senses could make out, leaving her feeling a little unsafe in that environment. She had come alone. Her friends, unfortunately, weren't allowed to attend the arranged meeting with the Esoterist, much to their chagrin, especially Misha's.
The place was eerily dark despite faint signs of light emerging from various screens, projections, and esoteric substances, almost giving the lab the feel of fantasy. The temperature was chill, matching the darkness, while the faint hum of cooling systems hung in the air.
What drew her attention was a man who sat at a massive empty desk with no screens or terminals, engrossed as he stared at the wall. He wore what seemed an extraordinarily powerful and advanced exosuit, composed of a smooth, dark-gray substance that covered his body uniformly.
