Elijah's Interest Pt I: (HOLE DIGGING)

Moulan never thought that he would land himself in such a quagmire.

He was truly and thoroughly fucked.

And not in a good way.

He currently sat in a modernly designed office. The woodwork on the walls and the furniture was one that surpassed the times. It looked both ancient, modern, and futuristic at the same time, balancing them out well, though leaning more towards the modern side.

In fact, it looked like it could still be considered modern, yet classic centuries from now, no matter how the future of interior designed looked like, they would always leave a space for this space.

"So, what do you want to say for yourself?"

A clear and imposing voice was heard from right across Moulan's seat.

"That you're information was a little too inaccurate..." Moulan mumbled with his head lowered so much that his chin was touching his chest.

This was just too embarrassing.

"What do you have to say for yourself as a Master hypnotist huh?"