"There's one last detail I didn't mention out there. The trial determined who could enter. What comes next determines who among you will be worth keeping."
With that, Michael led them inside.
The main building of Gray Hand felt colder than the yard, though it had nothing to do with air. The complex they had crawled out of had been hungry in an obvious way. This place carried a different appetite. Corridors of dark stone. Iron-framed lamps. Floors scrubbed so thoroughly they looked incapable of memory. No banners. No speeches painted on walls. No attempt to charm the people walking through it. Gray Hand did not seem interested in being admired. It looked built for use, and that made Neo trust it slightly more than he wanted to.
