Creak~! Heavy doors of an abandoned warehouse swung open. It was dark and empty inside with nothing but some rats scurrying away.
"This shall do just fine."
Jack said as he entered the warehouse with Fang Raon in tow, who looked around the warehouse with indifference.
"We will wait here. Others will also come here. Then we can have a proper conversation with just us."
Jack said.
Fang Raon thought, and he started to look like he was visibly nervous at the dark surroundings, and he kept glancing around as if expecting danger to jump out at any moment.
Jack glanced at him. Just scoffed. Then sat down on a ragged-looking sofa that seemed to be left behind by the warehouse's former owners.
Then, he pulled out his phone to properly message something, and Fang Raon just stood there, looking uneasy.
Time ticked down, and about twenty-five minutes later, the warehouse doors opened yet again, and about five people walked in.
People of Reality First.
