When Fischer led his team to the scene, there was no one else in the entire park besides the bodies.
The riffraff from Building B were dead, which was not surprising. Jason Cain had been the Northern Kingdom's best gunman, known for once killing two secret police clean-up squads in an alley with a revolver in each hand.
As he aged, he made many contributions in mathematics and humanities and was no longer the front-line manager within the Northern Doctrine camp.
Under His Majesty's favor, a tacit agreement was reached between the secret police and the Northern Doctrine; Jason was no longer a target for assassination by the secret police, in exchange for his promise not to lay hands on anyone.
This oath was even taken under the witness of the Prime Creator.
For exposed members of the Northern Doctrine, this was a decent ending.
But today, everything was ruined.
Jason Cain died on a bench, his body riddled with bullets, all his blood drained.
