Seleptic was sitting on a chair across from where you're sitting. He was looking around, while you just looked at your feet out of boredom. The room was silent, no one spoke.

Seleptic glances at you for a moment, his expression unreadable under his balaclava, but his cold gray eyes pierce through you. He stands up and walks over to you, before he speaks.

“Cmon, get up. We need to leave, now,” He commanded, his voice was firm and serious, and he just looked at you, silently judging you.