Classroom Of The Elite White Room 소설 & 이야기

The ceiling swam above her, and in her fading vision she imagined Samuel's cold stare—the gentle man she knew now delivering her to hell. The scalpel descended. She felt nothing. Her mind drifted far above her body, watching the doctor's steady hands move. … The hospital corridors carried that same antiseptic smell. Samuel stood outside the doctor's office, absently brushing his thumb over his wedding ring without realizing it. The doctor adjusted his glasses, expression grave. "We've reviewed Ms. Snowden's medical report, Mr. Terrason."

THE EGM ELENA'S POV The boardroom is on the thirty-fourth floor of the Blackwood Holdings building, and it has the particular quality of spaces designed to communicate authority before anyone inside them has spoken a word. The table is polished walnut, long enough to seat sixteen, surrounded by chairs in dark leather that have the deliberate weightiness of furniture chosen to make the people sitting in it feel that what they are deciding matters. Floor-to-ceiling windows on the north wall show the city laid out in the flat winter light of a December morning. The flags of the foundation's charitable divisions line the east wall, symmetrical and impeccable.

Kaya ibinaba agad namin ang mga ito. We walked out of the room and naglakad paalis. Nalagpasan pa namin ang ibang grade levels na kasalukuyan ring nagka-klase. We walked for about 5 minutes and reached a white double-door. Prof Fier unlocked it and what appeared before us was an empty enormously wide room, may aircon, sa isang side ng kuwarto ay may mga damit na pang-royalty ganoon. Tapos may isang area na may tea tables and tablewares at iba't iba pang mga gamit.

Allen entered into the indoor annex. A large rectangular room with white stone floors and Doric columns. It was lit by the natural light flowing through the windows on the mezzanine level above them. Employed as an observation deck during examinations and competitions, Captain Armistice could typically be seen surveying trainees’ progress and more often keeping a watchful eye on his most disruptive instructor.

White. That was the first thing I noticed about the strange room. Everything was a blinding white color; from the walls to the floors, even the single school chair and desk in the center. Everything was stark white, I squinted, the doors closing shut behind me as I walked further into the empty room. The fluorescent bulbs cast a bright light around the space, there were no doors, another weird detail, except the one I came in through. Four walls surrounded me, a closed window and what seemed to be a smart TV perched on the wall across me.

He paused, turning to look at her with an intensity that made her heart race. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice low and serious. Elena swallowed hard, her nerves on edge. “Ready for what?” Evan’s lips curled into a small, enigmatic smile. “To see the truth.” He pushed open the door, revealing a room bathed in a dim, reddish light. The walls were lined with mirrors, reflecting the crimson glow and creating an eerie, almost otherworldly atmosphere. In the center of the room stood a large, circular platform, and on it lay a figure covered by a white sheet.

He had taken me back into the mansion, through the various hallways upstairs till we stopped at the elevator, then we headed downwards. “Every person of power has one little space, where they work it out, draw information, get answers to political and war issues, or anything relating to the enemy.” He said as we strolled through the hallways, then stopped at the door at its extreme. “This is ours.” he said pushing it open, “The white room” introducing me to blood, torture and hell's portal. It was simply a large dark room, with two chairs, a sink at the farthest end of the room, and a table filled with several tools. Today, I strolled through that same hallway with Caden, Reid and Calum, rea

Eleanor's POV “Everyone here is an elite, sons of Alpha kings,” Enzo interrupted my thought. I nodded. The first thing I noticed after the luxury aura is that it's really spacious unlike a typical hostel room. The spacious area is adorned with dark, polished wooden floors and sleek, modern furnishings, reflecting both discipline and opulence. The walls are lined with muted, matte steel panels, hinting at the institution's military heritage, but softened with rich leather accents and framed portraits of historical leaders.

Eve The War Room isn't a smoky backroom filled with men playing poker. It looks like the flight deck of a spaceship crashed into an industrial loft. Located in a nondescript warehouse in the Meatpacking District, the space is dominated by a massive, U-shaped bank of monitors suspended from the ceiling. Beneath them sits a sleek, tempered-glass command table that glows with a faint blue light. The air is frigid, kept super-cooled for the servers humming behind a glass wall, and the air is redolent with the smell of espresso.

Inside the VIP Room The VIP room was eerily quiet, the soft lighting casting a serious, almost foreboding mood. The pale walls reflected the dim light, giving the room a cold, heavy ambiance that could make anyone anxious. Levie stood in one corner, holding the documents that eased his worries, while Dr. Teresita approached slowly. A faint smile graced her lips—one that carried hidden emotions and the weight of an order that contradicted her principles.