Shadow
When we arrive back in the bleak room, the boss sends his bodyguards away. It looks like they won’t be needed. He can surely take care of me himself if he wants to. The strange thing is, I’m not afraid. It’s certainly not because I believe everything will be fine – although it might be – no, I think I just worried so much in the last hour I used up my quota for the day.
The boss is silent. I don’t know why, maybe it’s an interrogation technique, and he wants me to get more anxious, but it gives me the opportunity to look around more thoroughly.
There’s not much to look at. One room, two doors, we entered through one, the bodyguards exited the other. There are no windows. Next to one wall, there’s the boss’ armchair, a table with an oil lamp and two chairs. That’s it. The armchair
