"Of all the years that my job has consumed me, one stop stopped me and then accompanied me forever."

3:00 pm in the fall of 2012, the positions for Thursday:

A walking voice knocked on that metal floor, asking for the office of the highest authority in the place. After a few light knocks on the door, permission was heard from inside with a rough voice. Then the handle was turned quietly and opened by a person wearing military clothing, allowing the knocker to pass him and sit on a chair to meet his desired goal, when  The one sitting at the desk saw his guest surprised and a faint gasp came out of him.

- In the end, there is no substitute for you.

The guest looked at him with a sarcastic look, while the other gave him an examining look.

- Let me continue on your behalf... All solutions are over and all roads lead to me.

Finally he broke his silence, with her confident, hoarse voice.

- There is no need to introduce myself as well, as you know the reason for my coming here... O prison representative.

A semi smile appeared on his face as he took the drawers and took out an orange envelope which he handed to her.

- Interesting, like my eye color.

-You rarely leave your network, and if that happens, it means that things will return to normal after a dominant chaos.

Then he looked straight into her eyes seriously.

- The prisoner who has no number in your care, he is eerily quiet so your success in making him open his mouth only I see as an unattainable achievement despite all my attempts with him personally.

She also nodded her head and then began to carefully read the information in the file. At the same time, the prison warden was observing her reactions, but he could not conclude anything.

She didn't take long to browse through the file, and here she closes it and puts it on the desk, speaking frankly;

- Everything recorded here does not give me any release, except for my knowledge that his gender is male, so his name is unknown, and his background applies to the same thing. As for his accusation, its details are non-existent.

From her reply, the prison warden began to doubt whether he was waiting for anything from her. Those who preceded her repeated the same sentence, then gave up completing their mission under the pretext of lack of information, turning their backs irrevocably.

He nodded to his deputy with his two gray eyes to go to the door, and as soon as he grabbed the handle, he...

-"Silent Death", will be my client...