Clifford's POV
As the car sped along the street, Clifford leaned his head against the window, looking at the small clusters of commoners lining up in the makeshift distribution centers, all waiting for the shots of the serum that would allow them to hunt down the owners of the names in Clifford's list, and rid society from the oppression of that organization that ruled over everything from within the shadows.
A faint smile crossed his lips as he noticed the anxiety in the face of some people, eager to get their shots and become stronger than they were.
"We're almost there, boss." The driver said.
Clifford nodded, taking the black tie that lay on the seat, and tying it around his neck, straightening it under the collar of his white shirt.
He looked at the rearview mirror, and his sight lingered there for a while.
Since when did he have those dark circles under his eyes?
