Allence went into the dark corridor late. She wasn't sure if her insubordination was deliberate or no. She put off the mask, with feeling, that it would only disturb her. She patted her tin, gentilly knowing that this is the only way to avoid shadows. She hated their whispers, the wailing voices in the darkness so terribly black that it might as well be emptiness. She stared at tin, her only escape from Shadows with reverent reverence. Squeezing the bottle, she drank the contents and the darkness receded, leaving a well-lit, spacious room, similar to a library. Allence started toward one of the corridors without her earlier fear.
While walking she was thinking, what he was actually searching for. Yes, she knew, that it was kind of a report, but nobody told her what it contained. Maybe a real historical stuff, so TUBA would know, what really happened though the ages. Or it could be a map to a powerful weapon. No, it was a raport, not a map. But anyway it could be a report about a powerful weapon...
Her speculations were disturbed by voices, which she Suddenly suddenly head, coming from one of the corridors. She knew they were coming from a farther place than she thought, but she hadn't felt metal in her for so long that she shuddered at that moment. However, she turned into this one, walking and searching for the report. This could stabilize her position in TUBA. Yes, she needed to find it!