The situation made John's thoughts slip out through his mouth.
"We really are in RImora…but how??"
To which Sydney replied.
"What, are you asking me??"
By the time John realized his act, he apologized.
"I am sorry…I really don't have any idea why and how we are here."
Sydney arose a question that made John go back to his deep thinking.
"Do you remember what happened after cutting your cake?"
John closed his eyes to enlist his thoughts. After that he took a deep breath and replied.
"After we cut the cake, I'm pretty sure that I heard the doorbell ring and I went to open the door. After that….I don't know what exactly happened."
While talking, John remembered that today is this guy named Daniel's ceremony for 'The Seventh Commander' of Rimora.
Suddenly, from a clock tower at a distance, came a soothing and long tuned ring of bell. The vibrations reached John's ears and his thoughts rearranged. They took a shape that made John understand the situation they were in.
(A place called Rimora? A ceremony for a guy named Daniel Wesker? The title of the Seventh Commander?)
His eyes twitched as he got a grip on his thoughts. He took a long breath and finally realized something.
(All dots so far lead to one thing, one thing im afraid is true. I, am…in my novel.)
The sweat dripping from his forehead made Sydney question John's stress.
"Hey?? What is the matter…why are you sweating so much??"
He acted completely normal before wiping the sweat off his forehead. A small breath and his mind calmed down.
Then came a small knock from outside. Not a hard one, but hard enough to tell that someone will barge in soon. No voice just knocks. As if the initial intention was to barge in. Instinctively, John grabbed Sydney's hand and rushed under the table with her to hide.
The space was barely enough for both of them to hide. Then, a hard slam and the door opened wide. A presence lurked around the room. The footsteps were barely audible.
John moved a little and took a small peek of the person. As he looked, a tall person stood just in front of the window looking outside.
He wore a tall black top hat, its band decorated with a thin silver chain and small hanging charms. A dark leather coat with a high collar draped over him, fitted and lined with subtle metallic details.
Beneath it, a deep burgundy waistcoat contrasted against a black shirt and neatly tied tie. A brass monocle with a faint golden glow covered one eye, while a small pendant at his chest added a sharp, elegant touch to the otherwise controlled and refined outfit. His red and messed up yet royal hair fancied his looks even more.
Within the first gaze, John understood who this person was.
(And why are you here…. First commander??)
The person standing in front of John was the First and the strongest commander of Rimora, Alison Veron.
(What is he searching for?? Is it us?? And if it…then what will he do??)
As these questions arose in John's mind another person walked in, but with rather that silent, their footsteps were highly audible.
The footsteps were rushed and the person neared Alison Veron. A childish yet mature voice came out from the person's mouth.
"Mr. Veron…did u you find them??"
As John turned his eyes towards the other person, the table was thrown away exposing both John and Sydney. Alison Veron, with a single kick, threw the table under which John and Sydney hid. Then, a sharp yet calm and murderous voice came out from his mouth.
"I hereby forbid you to move until I say, or you may not see the end of this day."
John and Sydney both started perspiring. Their heartbeats rose like a bullet shot from a gun.
Sydney tried to run but instantly got stopped by John, who was also shivering. With a long breath he told Sydney.
*gulp*
"Do not move! He is this Rimo-, this world's one of the most powerful people. His threats are not empty, if he says he will kill us…then he will."
Sydney's eyes widened as she heard this statement and froze at the spot.
John tried and steadied his breathing.
(He won't kill me…for breathing, right?)
The room which was all lit up because of the sunlight coming from the window suddenly went dark as the person who entered the room closed the curtain.
Then the person said with a calm face and small smirk on his face.
"Shall we…continue??"