Alex was still speechless, but he had no choice but to do what he was told. As he turned to follow the direction the man was taking him, Alex saw something out of the corner of his eye. It was something on the man’s outfit, on his left arm. It looked like a patch of some sort, but Alex was not able to make out what was on it. He was ushered through the crowd and back into the tower’s structure. He was led inside and to yet another staircase winding up the inner body of the tower, but before Alex got a chance to take a step, the man stopped him abruptly and turned him around to face him.
“First of all,” he began, not sounding as harsh this time, “that was a pretty impressive run.” He seemed to be referring to Alex’s failed escape attempt.
Alex narrowed his eyes in caution. “Thanks.”
“Well then,” the man continued, “allow me to introduce myself; my name is Matheus.” He held out his hand as if he wanted Alex to shake it.