It was worse than a homeless shelter.
The dull, pale brown colours, creaking, old-style sofas that you'd find in your grandma's house and tiles stained yellow.
Suge walked up to a small reception desk, which was covered with old newspapers.
Behind the desk sat an old woman with deep wrinkles and a small body. She was busy with a book in her hands, but glanced at Suge from over the book with the corner of her eye.
I had watched enough movies to know what would happen. But seeing Alya's dumbfounded curiosity couldn't have been funnier.
At another look, I realised the towering book shelves all around, book covers in the shelves as old as everything else, matching the aesthetic.
It was probably a library. From so many sofas and books, I could presume.
"I would like to borrow tales of Luna. These three: Stranger Shadow, Jaded Beast, and The Necromancer." Suge said seriously, leaning over the small table that barely reached his waist.
It was happening! They were speaking codes!
