The place where Kaleb now stood resembled the reception area of a boring, bureaucratic office. The walls were a dark, greenish-gray color, and a carpet, also gray, completely covered the floor. There appeared to be no windows, and the only lighting comes from the the long, rectangular lamps embedded in the ceiling. Behind Kaleb were two leather armchairs and in front of him was a large desk with computer monitors and two empty chairs, where there should have been two receptionists. But what caught the attention most here was the huge logo embedded in the wall just behind the reception desk:

Seeing that logo made Kaleb feel strangely uneasy, as if something wasn't quite right in this place. It was noticeable in his face, and even more so in his voice, which sounded serious and direct.

-It's them... -said the boy, without taking his eyes from that logo on the wall-. The organization I was telling you about. Black Hat.

His voice broke a little when pronouncing those last words, his gaze still fixed on the logo, as if it were going to move at any moment to attack him.

-They are the ones that locked me up here... I have to get out, fast.

The boy seems to have become alert now, and his attitude has changed drastically, from joy to frantic desperation. He quickly tried to look for the door that you had drawn for him, but it had already disappeared.

-This can't be! Had I known the door would bring me here, I wouldn't have asked you to draw it! How did we get here? Were you thinking about this while drawing it? -the boy now becomes very tense and asks you with a defensive tone-. Are you part of them?! Tell me!