Just as the silence threatened to crush Thomas completely, the same section of the wall shimmered again, dissolving outwards with the softest of sighs. This time, a different figure entered.
He was a man of imposing presence, not in terms of sheer size, but in the way he commanded the space. He was older than the previous operative, perhaps in his late twenties with a distinguished mane of black hair meticulously combed back from a high forehead and a sharp, aquiline nose. His suit, a dark, impeccably tailored charcoal, seemed to absorb the clinical glare of the room, making him a focal point. His eyes, a startling shade of ice-blue, held Thomas’s gaze with an unnerving intensity, analytical but not unfeeling, like an experienced predator watching its prey. A faint, almost imperceptible s
