Clank!
Several figures began to file out from a white steel door and into a white room—ten in total, with Kyle at the front. He was dressed in a dark suit that stood out sharply against the stark white of the room. Without pause, he crossed to the nearest table, where a pair of white gloves lay waiting.
He slipped them on in one smooth motion.
It was also then that he heard the sound of a voice coming from behind him.
"What's the rank of the Gate that we're about to enter?"
"....Hm?"
Kyle turned back and caught sight of a pair of dimples aimed in his direction.
He pulled the gloves lower.
"Nothing major. We're only about to enter an
"Oh, I see."
Myles warmly smiled and nodded.
"...I'll listen to you."