As Anna trailed behind the Doctor and the guards, her heart sank with every step. They led her, Mira, and Cila into a cramped, dark room that seemed to swallow the air from their lungs.
The room was ominously quiet, except for the faint hiss as the windows opened, allowing the reddish Martian light to filter through and make the interior visible.
The room was sparse, with only a single chair occupying the center. But it was the figures present in the room that made Anna's blood run cold.
Max Schmidt, the Master, stood with an unnerving smile plastered on his face, his toothbrush mustache twitching with malevolence.
Beside him, the blue-eyed monster, sat on the chair, his right eye-piece glinting ominously in the reddish light. His very presence seemed to darken the air around him.
Mira and Cila exchanged terrified glances, their eyes wide with fear.