“It’s very rare for someone to call an emergency meeting, though,” Neera says. “The last time we had one was two years ago when Jonah tripped and hit the button.”

“Wait, you live here? And you’re expecting me to live here too?”

“I’m Harper,” she says. “I know that Silas already said that, but I wanted to introduce myself to you.”

Harper gives me a small smile and wave. Her golden armour matches her hair, both shining in the harsh light of the room.

Even though the violet guy’s words are kind, his face definitely isn’t. He has a smirk that can only be described as cruel as he steps forward, holding out a hand to me.