The slightly dark office remained silent for a few seconds, as the seven men wearing the golden masks stared into empty spaces as if they were nothing more than statues.
Then a man wearing the same black robe and a black mask hurriedly walked inside and passed a letter to each man after bowing respectfully. From the shivering of his body, it could be noticed how nervous and fearful he was.
"Sir, I have brought the latest report," the black masked man said and then waited there silently. The seven men picked up the reports and went through them quickly. On the masks, each of the seven men had a number written on it.
None of them were aware of each other's real identity and only used those numbers to address one another.
"So the tomb has finally been found," Number Five muttered, his voice rather emotionless.
