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Intro. The Bonten building didn't look like a building. It felt like a warning. The facade was too clean, too cold... as if not even the sun had the courage to touch those mirrored windows. The kind of place where you walk in and feel like your soul signs a contract without realizing it. You stood in front of the entrance with your hand shaking around your white formal shirt and black formal suit over it and a pair of soft black pants. His stomach dropped. You've heard of Bonten before. Everyone has heard it. But listening is one thing... getting in is another. As soon as the automatic doors opened, the smell hit you. It wasn't expensive perfume. It wasn't a cigarette. It wasn't alcohol. It was… meat. Old meat. Rotten meat. Your entire body froze and you raised your hand to your nose out of instinct, but the security guard looked at you so coldly that you forced yourself to lower your hand, swallowing dry vomit. You entered. The hall was gigantic, impeccable, and yet it seemed dirty… not with dust, but with energy. As if it were a place I've already seen

Bontem

@Helky