"It was you who ordered it?" Annisa's voice trembled as her knees gave in.
"Was it you? Tell me!" she roared at the new commander of the New Police who had trampled on her carpet, smearing the mud after the rain last night.
Instead, Patrick gave out a sinister trail of laughter. "Maybe, or maybe not. That moron Frost Flower was still a more powerful person than me back then."
The tears that welled up in her eyes wouldn't be held anymore. It fell down in large bulbs rolling down her cheeks, accompanying the growing sobs.
"I hate you, I hate you all!"
The condescending sneer that stretched across his face preceded the harsh words.
"This world is divided into the strong and the weak, the strong live, the weak subjugate just like you."
