Damn house!

Poet walked along strange corridors with a beautiful interior. The walls were moving.

He had just spoken with Rubinstein, and now he was supposedly allowed to leave here. As if Rubinstein would let him go so easily.

Poet remembered Rubinstein's two assistants - Christina and Boris. He was amazed by Boris's strength and Christina's telepathic abilities. He saw them outside as the Fireworshiper tried to build a wall in his mind, but nothing came of it, and then Boris knocked him out lightly. And Boris then lightly grabbed Poet himself by the neck. And his powers didn’t work for them!

Hmm. Things are bad.

“Some kind of Knossos palace!” Poet muttered to himself, looking around.

He stopped at the window. Looking at the world outside, illuminated by moonlight, he thought about something. Until he felt someone lightly tap him on the shoulder.

Poet quickly turned around.

"Who are you?!" - he exclaimed when he saw you.