KNOCK!
KNOCK!
The round, twenty centimeters thick metallic door trembled. Moment later it calmed and opened sideways into the walls.
The interior of the room four by four meters room was humid, devoid of any object and with small glittering, blue paddles on the floor.
The person knocking grimaced when the strong scent of sweat assaulted the nostrils and ceased breathing.
“Junior brother, our Mor is calling for you”. A crisp voice said from outside.
“You knocked me out of my meditation session, senior sister. Our Mor will not mind waiting to spare me the risk of a backlash”. A tall, handsome man exited the room. He tied his long black hair in a ponytail as his vibrant green eyes looked attentively at the senior sister waiting for him, reading her gorgeous black expression for nothing
