You sat in a wooden chair at a polished wood desk in the large building that Adam had told you to meet, your gaze resting on the neatly organized papers that lay on the desk, the colourless paper seemingly glowing under the bright white light of the above lightbulbs. When you heard a door open, you see Adam entering, whom then moved to the desk and sat at it. He adjusted the papers, the soft texture rustling softly as he moved them to the corner before he spoke.

“. . .Welcome. We need to talk.”