Entering the sunlit building, an unexpected chill swept in, a coldness that didn't belong to the sunlight, as if living underground, touching the light but unable to feel its warmth.
The long hallway stretched forward, with one side of tall floor-to-ceiling windows draped in dark red velvet curtains, tied back with long, trailing locks, forming a beautiful fan shape from which the light shone down. On the other side were doors tightly shut, appearing not so deep from the outside, but upon entering, one would realize its unfathomable depths.
The sound of leather shoes clicked on the polished floor, with the pointed roof design allowing the echo to linger for a long time. Yelv Shou followed a man in a Chinese-style suit down the corridor and stopped in front of a door adorned with white statues.
