MALRIK'S POINT OF VIEW
The basement smelled of rust and blood, the kind of stench that never left the walls no matter how much bleach you poured on it. A single bulb flickered above and casting harsh shadows over the five men kneeling on the cold concrete. Nasa kanilang likod sa parehong kamay at nakatali, nanginginig ang mga katawan dahil sa pagod, pero wala pa ring may gustong magsalita.
I sat back in the leather chair with a whiskey in hand, as I studied them.
"Matigas ang mga ulo, para bang pinangak talaga sila para sa trabahong 'to."
Nakatayo si Zakarin sa tabi ko, mabigat ang presensya at tahimik lang habang naghihintay ng ito ko. May suot na medical glove at may hawak na patalim.
“Do you know what I despise most?” My voice was even and it's slicing through the quiet surroundin
