"Blame and betrayal are the emotional enemies of improvement."
- Andy Hargreaves
I was grabbed with chains in the hand, by the two high-rank assassins together with the woman in black-cloaked and another woman, who keeps on tailing her and put me on a cliché investigation place, with a yellow light hanging above the roof. They forcefully put me on a sit with belts, in both arms and feet, as they tie those belts around me.
The woman in a black-cloaked sign the two High Ranks to get out of the room, as the girl with bloody red hair, approach the black-cloaked lady handing her the inside of the attached case, in her hand.
"What are you guys planning to do with me?" I asked with a wrinkled forehead, not showing even a bit of emotion.
Even at the brink of death, I am still trying to hide my emotions.
I'm not scared.
It's fine with me if they were going to kill me now.
I'm fine.
