[h1][color=silver][center]Cut[/center][/color][/h1]

Cut looked at the man evenly, her expression unreadable behind the mask.

[color=gray]"You know this guy, C?"[/color] Iron asked, lounging on one of the benches. [color=gray]"I didn't think you were into celebreties."[/color]

Cut ignored him, and the rest of the people in the room stayed silent, although Vivian gave Reign a soft smile.

"Let us speak in private, then," Cut said, standing up and sheathing her sword. She brushed past Sable on her way out of the room, and a strange feeling of vertigo overcame him as the hallway bent and shifted, only to be replaced by a small, empty room with a single door.

"Nobody will overhear us here, Sable, what did you want to talk about?"