As soon as he stepped into the office, he instantly knew that he wasn't alone, and although the office was dimly lit, he could make out the stilhoute of someone standing by the corner, their face concealed by the shadows. Their malicious intent is unmistakably poignant. Getting into a fighting stance, he slowly proceed forward in a predatory manner towards the shadow. He could tell that the intruder was no doubt tall and tough looking. Winston's eyes shone with a brutal forcefulness as he clenched his fists, preparing to strike. Wordlessly, the intruder leapt forward with a punch, as quick as a flash. But Winston was ready and skilfully dodged, striking back with a brutal kick to the ribs. The sound of blows landing echoed in the office, interrupted by low guttural sounds of pain. Winston
