Kendrick stepped into Room Three, the air filled with the faint scent of polished wood and leather.
The walls were lined with shelves stacked with books — most likely decorative, but convincing enough to pass as a gentleman's library.
A large mahogany desk sat in the center, paired with a high-back leather chair that added to the illusion of sophistication.
The room was designed to project elegance and wealth, but Kendrick's mind wasn't on the décor. His eyes flickered over every corner, searching for the mechanism Cassius had promised.
After all, if Cassius already knew his secret identity as Obscura, there was no point in pretending. Kendrick had decided to take advantage of that knowledge, negotiating for resources that would make his work easier.
His fingers brushed against the bookshelf, testing the edges. He knew Cassius wouldn't make it obvious. It had to be something subtle. A small panel or a misplaced object — something that would blend in perfectly.
