A long, dimly lit hallway stretched out before them, lined with sleek black panels that pulsed faintly with golden threads of light, shifting like they were alive. There were no signs, no labels, no directions. If you belonged here, you knew. If you didn't? You weren't supposed to be here in the first place.
To their right, an open lounge sprawled out like something straight out of a cyberpunk fever dream, except dripping in opulence. Low, futuristic couches of the finest Italian leather were arranged around hovering glass tables, their surfaces glowing with real-time stock market updates, crypto fluctuations, and God-knows-what deals being brokered in real time.
The ceiling above them? It wasn't just a ceiling.