The secluded room was shrouded completely in darkness, and there were no windows inside. When Nora opened the door, the sensor-operated lights switched on, lighting up the room with a dim yellow light and allowing Brenda to take a good look at the interior.
The walls were filled with black and white headshots.
Nora entered the room. Brenda followed after her and looked at the photographs one by one.
Underneath the black and white portraits were not even names but just serial codes. It was as though they were afraid of having their identities discovered even when they were in the special department.
Though Brenda had worked here before, she had never stepped into this room before because she knew very well that this was where those who had died in the line of duty were.
