A Logic Made of Lies

After an incessant sequence of rainy days, finally, the sun took its rightful place on the horizon. It let its warm rays cascade onto the world, bringing the scene into full view, adjusting brightness and contrast. Igniting the world anew with such brilliance, the sun rose with its casual elegance.

Marvel slanted back, leaning against the backrest of his swivel chair in his office while lightly throwing some papers to his desk.

"Is this all?" He asked after skimming the contents.

"Yes," Gilbert replied. He was the one who brought those documents. "They handle the evidence pretty well. But looking into Fillan Torrelei's case, it makes sense now how the authorities have been giving us a hard time lately. Along with Fillan, they planned to drag us down."

Marvel propped his chin with his hand, looking unhappy about what he heard.