9

I recall something about what Kane said. Only Senior members wear black rings. I assume black is associated with them. Silver, which is the equivalent of gray on this occasion, is probably associated with the woman and the men outside, like their masks. They’re not Seniors if they’re tasked with mundane things like supervision and security. At the last second, I change direction to the black door. Maybe Kane is behind it, and while I’m not sure if he’d help, I’d at least see a familiar face. When I turn the knob, a loud creak echoes in the air, making goosebumps erupt on my bare arms. I steal one last look behind me to find the woman staring at me. Unblinking. Completely statuesque. I gulp and go inside. A low light hangs from the ceiling showing long stairs. I start going down and when I look back, the door I came through is closed. I go down for some time and when I arrive at the bottom, I find another metal door. I carefully open it and walk in. Deep darkness envelops me as the door