Deep in the bowels of the heavily fortified bank, the massive doors of the vault opened, and the Tyrant led his men inside. Rain and Tamar were forced to follow, as well, finding themselves in a…
'Huh?'
The bank vault… looked nothing like what Rain had expected.
In fact, it looked no different from a tastefully decorated, luxurious apartment. There was a spacious guest room with lavish furniture, video walls showing a scenic seaside landscape, and a sophisticated climate control system that imitated an invigorating breeze.
Several doors led out of the guest room, opening into a beautifully furnished kitchen, a neat and cozy bedroom, a recreation room with a state-of-the-art entertainment system, a stylish parlour… there was everything a person needed to live a comfortable life here, not having to step outside at all.
A woman in a muted, but fashionable business attire was standing in the middle of the guest room, looking at the Tyrant with a tense expression.
