Fyodor leans back in his chair, his arms tucked between his legs. His wrists dangle. He bites into an apple before speaking.

Fyodor: “Where is Sigma?” He asks.

Nikolai: “I’m sure he’ll be back with the new ‘recruit’ anytime soon.” He responds cheerfully.

The doorknob jiggles, Sigma enters the room, sweat dripping down his face. He drops a potato sack onto the floor, a loud thud shortly after.

You open your eyes to see nothing but a black abyss—you hear the three men talk.