171. CLEAN

All eyes lay on Noah as he walked towards the empty corner of the white room.

He placed his back on the wall while glancing at the tiled floor. Still feeling the gazes of the men in that room, Noah furrowed his eyebrows, before slowly raising his head to shoot cold glares at their weak figures.

Needless to say they all shrinked, but some remained persistent as they locked gaze's with him, their expressions filled with confidence, they knew he couldn't touch them, and Noah knew that also.

Heaving a slight sigh, he lowered his head again, and continued with his thought process. 

Many possible questions rose in his head, and his mind produced suitable answers to them, but some eventually fell short of his standards and he had to remake the stories.

Thirty minutes passed and another person entered the room, also being a man. Noah felt the tension inside him rise.