A small group of cloaked figures convene in a dimly lit room containing nothing but a large display screen and sixteen comfortable-looking seats beset it.
“We lost Gexan,” spoke a boy small in stature, his entire body shaded by his pitch black cloak.
“You did what?” a stunned platinum blonde young woman yelped across the room.
“We did not lose him, for the final time,” Intervened an average-sized woman, her agitation reflected in her shaking, glowing purple mask “He went off on his own; he went on an adventure and we lost his signal.”
“How,” the blonde demanded.
“He went into