Across the circular hall were floor-to-ceiling windows, three giants made of thick glass and framed in gilded wood. I held my breath as I walked over and realized that I was looking out into the real world. Right before me was Balboa Park, sprawling with its short grass and anemic trees, crude green buds popping all over the branches. The sky above was bright and blue, and people were out there, walking their dogs, watching their kids play, and taking selfies by the fountain—all of them completely unaware that we existed. That we were watching them.
“It’s time for you to meet the director,” Wyatt said, startling me as he once again stood too close, his breath tickling my ear.
“The… who… what now?” I spun around with a stutter.
He made me nervous. I couldn’t tell why, exactly, but there
