Reinhard clenched his fist, feeling the ache of strained muscles and torn skin. Those would eventually heal, but currently there was nothing stopping movement except for the pain he could feel through his body.
Reinhard pushed himself up before he rushed back into the office through the hole created earlier, his boots crunching over debris and broken stone.
The desk remained mostly intact despite the chaos, files still scattered across its surface where he'd left them.
His hands moved quickly, sorting through papers despite the approaching footsteps he could hear in the distance. Workers shouting to each other, confusion and alarm evident in their voices.
A folder caught his attention, this one thicker than the others, marked with the Mekhko Research Group logo. He pulled it free and flipped it open, his eyes scanning rapidly.
Salem Witch Trials.
The header made his entire body go still before his eyes narrowed and he began reading it.
