Asher, Alaric, and Micah were being held in an interrogation room.
The room was sterile and cold. Its walls were a dull, lifeless gray and soundproofed to perfection. It felt like the kind of place designed to break somebody with silence and monotony. The faint, incessant buzzing from the overhead fluorescent light was already enough to drive them mad.
There were no windows, of course, just a single reinforced one-way mirror that revealed nothing of who was watching them from the other side. A metal table sat bolted to the center of the room, and was surrounded by three uncomfortable steel chairs that seemed to have been built with intentional cruelty.
From the corners, cameras blinked red tracking their every move. Occasionally, an unseen vent groaned somewhere in the ceiling, the only sound breaking the silence when no one spoke.
