In the detention room.
Charlie sat inside, staring blankly and in confusion at the red marks on his hand.
After leaving it for a night without treatment, the marks had already started to bruise and turn purplish-blue.
Just when he was deep in his thoughts, the door opened and Amos strode in.
"Charlie!"
"Sir!" Charlie hurriedly stood up with a hint of joy in his eyes. But very quickly, that trace of happiness turned into raw guilt.
"I'm sorry, sir. I have committed a grave mistake. Please punish me!"
Amos didn't say a word and sat down opposite Charlie.
"I want to know what happened."
Charlie had followed him for many years, and Amos knew him very well. His performance was the most outstanding in the organization since the very beginning.
Later on, he was promoted and followed b
