Chapter 113: Bryce Monreau

Ambrose

Ambrose winced as he hopped inside the room. Once again, he thanked his quick-thinking ability which allowed them to run away from the Trinity members. (Although it was purely accidental)

"What is this place?" He asked out loud as his gaze darted around the room. 

Soft, concealed lighting bathed the space in a mysterious glow, revealing an array of high-tech equipment and monitors that adorned the walls. The walls were clad in faded wallpaper, peeling at the corners. Dust particles danced in the soft glow of concealed lighting, giving the room an abandoned, forgotten feel.

The monitors, although displaying cutting-edge information, sat amidst cobwebs that clung to the corners. Forgotten papers and aged blueprints were scattered across a long-forgotten desk, untouched for years.