"Do you see this piece? We are here right now!"
As Brandon put on the makeup, Finn turned on the projection on the wall. A detailed topographic map was immediately displayed on the white curtain.
Finn held a red-light indicator lamp and sat on the wheelchair. His voice was low as he introduced the buildings in the Orwell's home.
The four-story building in the middle was the main house, and there were courtyards scattered around.
"We are in Northern Courtyard. It is the furthest from the main house and also the quietest, suitable for a sick person like me."
As Finn spoke, he revealed a sly smile.
"As far away as you are, even though you open up a new world underground, no one knows it." Brandon praised.
Brandon moved his mouth slightly and sat steadily, not disturbing the makeup artist.
If Brandon could finish the makeup early, he could go back early. His wife and children were waiting at home.