Cecilia made her way back through the facility's winding corridors.
Lilyca had been escorted to her own quarters by the two white-robed priestesses, still chattering happily about the time the gods had given her a vision that tasted like burnt toast but still delicious because they still look pretty even when angry and carbonized.
Meanwhile, Cecilia had been left to navigate the labyrinthine hallways with only Cha SoHee's guidance and her own churning thoughts for company.
The government facility in general was a strange hybrid of luxury and sterility. All soft carpets and harsh fluorescent lighting, but not like those kinds of hotels everyone hated where you know there were lots of caked in filth for years on every surface.
There was tasteful abstract art on the walls and security cameras tucked discreetly into the corners. You never quite forget you were being watched.
