04:19 P.M.
Manila National Police Station.
September 20th, the year 2018. Thursday.
His eyes were desperately searching through his reflection. The grief, the befuddlement, the rage... it was all there.
Marcus stood, in an erect position. Until a voice spoke up in the speakers that were assembled in the far corner of the room. Marcus was awoken from his unstable state. He stared once again at the mirror, with those fazed eyes. He lost every sense of sanity earlier, so that could be the reason why he was standing too close to the mirror.
He stepped back. He heard the faint and authoritative tone of the new Chief of the Police of their station. He heard the muffled applause and the pledge of the newly appointed chief. The one who would handle the mess of the station if everything had gone wrong.
