Twenty two

Stephan did not reply her, so Sylvia turned her head and looked out of the window.

The car glided through the streets until they reached a large, imposing building. Sylvia craned her neck to look up at the structure, clearly confused by its purpose. Stephan parked the car in front of the entrance and turned off the ignition. He stepped out of the car, his movements measured and deliberate. Sylvia followed suit, her steps small and hesitant.

"What are we doing here?" she asked, her voice soft and uncertain.

Stephan didn't answer her. He simply gestured for her to follow him as he made his way to the entrance of the building. The doors slid open with a faint hiss, revealing a sleek and modern interior. Stephan walked with purpose, and Sylvia struggled to keep up.

As they walked deeper into the building, Sylvia took in her surroundings. The walls were a stark white, and the floors were polished to a high shine. The air was cool and crisp, and the sound of their footsteps echoed t