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The meeting among the five strangers had been over for nearly four hours. Three men left together, chatting away, and finally separating for their homes. Only two remained behind in the cold room.

The tall man and the woman were seated at the table. It was perfectly round, and now in more light, it was visible that a large pentagram was engraved onto it. Just inside each point was also engraved yet another pentagram, but each had a different symbol imposed onto it.

The tall man was sitting at one point with a pentagram surrounded by three small orbs aligned over a faint triangle, with a third larger circle in the center of the star. He was glaring at the woman across the table, trying to discern if she was even sane.

He had given himself the name "Truth." Ironically, Truth was one of the most dishonest men alive.

He looked at the woman across from him in amazement. "What gave you this idea," he asked. "I mean, what motivated you to... to actually attempt to control mankind?"

The woman chuckled. "The simple matter that I already do."

Truth was not going to argue, for he had already seen too much insanity this day. He slowly stood up, pushed the chair back under the table, and walked out without saying a word.

As he was walking down the corridor to the city in front of him, he heard her voice calling behind him.

"It is your turn, Truth. Time to show this world who you truly are. You will be the first of us to show your true colors."

With a slow sigh, he stepped back into the sunlight of the City of Britain. He had work to do regarding the Regency, and it was going to be a long night.