Far from the Tree

'Whoa, what the hell is this place?' I mused to myself as we stepped into a colossal chamber.

It was nothing like the prison cell in Seoul; this looked more like a metallic dome customized only for the most dangerous and powerful villain this world had ever seen. 

In the center, there was another dome made of thick glass, and through it, I spotted an old man lying on a bed, deeply engrossed in a book. He seemed completely oblivious to our presence. 

'Is that my grandpa? He's just chilling down here,' I chuckled to myself, seeing how he was casually flipping through a book. And there wasn't just one but dozens of it scattered on the floor. 

'Are we going to fly to cross?' I pondered to myself, as there seemed to be no visible bridges.

It felt akin to watching a certain mutant with a metal helmet confined in a space where his powers were restricted. 

Well, from what I read in his profile, my granddad's portfolio was even more menacing.