96. Aaron

Year 2224

With nervousness carefully masked by an innocent appearance, I stepped through the door of Mr. Douglas's office. The dim light revealed a space that resonated with forced formality and buried secrets. Each step I took sounded like an echo of opportunities and threats, aware that this seemingly routine day would mark a significant turn in my life.

Mr. Douglas, seated behind his imposing desk, looked up as he noticed my presence. I tried to hold my gaze with an innocent expression, knowing that this encounter could irreversibly alter my existence. Despite the oppressive atmosphere that enveloped the room, I tried to present a calmness that would conceal the internal storm.