The end of the dark corridor flashed with white light.
As the white light completely replaced the darkness, Nahuat had already left the cramped hallway and appeared in the office of Everything House.
People came and went around him; apart from those submitting requests, most were investigators wearing trench coats.
Nahuat scanned the room. Although no one was openly staring at him, he could vaguely sense many secretive glances directed at him... or rather, at the contract in his hand.
Nahuat squeezed the parchment of the contract and continued to walk forward.
After taking a few steps, a shadow blocked his path.
Nahuat instinctively took a defensive stance, but he quickly realized he was in the office area. No one dared to make a move against him in Everything House's domain.
He relaxed his stance and looked at the shadow before him.
The shadow continuously condensed at a rapid pace, eventually transforming into a stick figure made of shadow.
