The Inner Circle.
A glass sky-dome, like a private sky, perfectly enveloped the entire villa.
Under the climate-controlled dome, a gentle breeze rustled through meticulously trimmed trees, and sparrows chirped from their nests in the branches.
Amidst clusters of vibrant flowers, waves of fragrance drifted on the air. Luxury cars—a Sharp Light and a Feast—were parked along a courtyard wall. A hovercar descended slowly from an opening in the sky-dome, and when its metal door slid open, a team of well-built security guards in suits, guns holstered at their waists, stepped out.
With practiced coordination, they relieved the villa's other bodyguards, just as they always did.
Among them, a middle-aged man in a gray suit could be seen being escorted, stumbling as they pushed him toward an open-air swimming pool in the front courtyard.
SPLASH!
SPLASH!!
Amidst the splashing, a well-built, long-haired young man was swimming in the temperature-controlled pool.
