C39 The Hatred of the Madman

I ran all the way, and by the time I reached the interrogation room, I was already out of breath. My back was drenched in sweat, and I felt a sudden itch. I didn't have time to care about the feeling on my back as I pushed open the door of the interrogation room. I saw a lot of city leaders standing in front of the one-way mirror.

Through the one-way mirror