A_messenger

crypto 150

— Next!

The iron door creaked open, letting the noise of the queue into the cubicle for a second, only to slam shut again with a metallic rumble.

— Pap…

I stammered. He was standing in front of me, wearing a hood with his nose just barely visible, and an emblem on his forehead that seemed to glow in the dim light of the lamp. That emblem looked familiar to me.

Faster than I could think of anything, he handed me a strange piece of paper with the same emblem on it, and sprang out of the door like a scalded man.

On the paper, there was a cipher.