After about ten minutes of walking through the Black Neon headquarters, Eleanor approached a massive black oak door which she opened with a sharp and authoritative gesture.
Isabella observed the place attentively, looking at every corner. It was the first time she had come here, but she said nothing and continued to follow her into the room. The air there was saturated with a chemical smell.
The room was a vast laboratory with gray stone walls, lit by luminous crystals arranged on the ceiling that diffused the light.
Rows of metal tables were lined up, loaded with vials, parchments and scientific tools of complex design.
On the side, an entire wall consisted of glass tanks filled with a clear liquid where various organs and specimens floated awaiting analysis.
Several people in lab coats, their faces hidden by neutral masks, were working actively in an almost religious silence.
