*Prologue*
For some, it came in the form of a blunt courier with a mysterious letter. For others, a series of persistent dreams. Either way, it was a message, telling you where you were to be, and when. Stating all transport fees are covered by the sender, and that the matter is of most dire importance.
It calls you to meet at the Lunaris Tower, in New York City.
Looking up, the tower reached ever on into the sky. While not so far as the Empire State building, it kept a respectable second-spot. What made this building more notable was the light.
Lunaris's unofficial nickname was the Lighthouse, and it lived up to that monicker. It kept the surrounding blocks illuminated with a soft white light. This cool light was existed beyond all cover of shade, it was never blinding, and it only appeared when the moon was in the sky.
Inside, the lobby was bustling. Suits sitting impatiently and visitors elbowing in and out of crowds, the indoor Starbucks filled almost to capacity.
Someone, a black-haired elven woman in a pantsuit and black-framed glasses, seems to recognize you, gracefully weaving through the masses to meet you at the door She also seems to recognize a few other odd characters beside you. Could more than just you have gotten the message?
"Welcome to Lunaris Towers" She said, straight to the point. "Ms. Silver is anxiously awaiting your arrival.
She lead you to the private elevator, no one there but you, the other strange folk, and her. The elevator version of whatever pop hit was topping the charts at the time was playing in the background.
"I don't know all of what Ms. Silver had told you in the messages, but you should all consider it an honor to be called by her." She said, eyes never meeting yours, focused on the door. "Honestly, I didn't think that you would show up. When she told me what she was planning, well, honestly, I thought the stress of her job was getting to her." She glanced down to her feet before her gaze returned to to door. "Sometimes I still do, but she said that when I met all of you, I'd be proven wrong." She laughed a bit to herself. "We'll see about that, won't we?"
After quite some time, the elevator came to a smooth halt. The elven woman stepped to the side and let the group pass first.
I was a spacious circular room with a crystalline floor, a grand dining table, and no less than twenty-five wood doors, the one directly across the room from you standing out due to it's ornate-white scheme and masterwork carving. Every other door had the name of a specific place. Tokyo, Dubai, Seoul, London, Santiago, and so on.
If one were to look down, one would see that the clean, clear floor you were stepping on was encasing one massive clock, ticking under your feet.
"You may wait here until Ms. Silver joins you. I will inform her of your presence right away."
With that, she walked across the room and through the one white door.