The sun rose above the horizon, shining its light over the world.
Silas stood in front of the portal in the basement, eyes gentle.
His white hair had overgrown from years of neglect.
It now reached his back.
But the hair did not make Silas look ugly in any way.
His silver eyes were as cold as ever.
He wore a white shirt, silver blazer, silver pants, and black shoes.
On the chest of the blazer was the same embroidery he had been given during registration.
The suit, alongside a letter, had been placed neatly in his wardrobe.
Silas looked around, then walked through the portal.
A wave of nausea hit him, making him close his eyes temporarily.
Then, slowly, the feeling began to clear.
His eyes fluttered open, taking in the light of the new environment.
It was a complex that spanned over a city block at a glance.
And that was just his estimate.
Silas was sure the place was much bigger than that.
Another thing he noticed was the restriction.
