THE PERIL CHAMBER (TPC) 2

HOURS BEFORE THE MEETING…

‘PENELOPE’

“We were so close… We almost had her but…” I clicked my tongue, shaking my head, sitting on a black leather chair that wasn’t as comfortable as the ones back home but… it would suffice.

I didn’t know what traditions they had for their assembles in The Peril Chamber, except the few ones the mortal brain delivered to me, but no one else should be allowed to sit, except the one who wields the power—me. They said they gather here to discuss ticking bombs but today, the ticking bomb was seated in a chair and they were on the other side of my coal desk, standing like the servants they should be.

From memories, I knew that TPC, as they call it, hadn’t changed… only the furniture had. The walls were covered in mold but not just green this time, orange and yellow had joined it. Windows were absent and the ceiling was an inch close to crumbling beneath us.

As it was the dry season, the dripping water glitch had been temporarily fixed but the floor was still