Maniac

"It isn’t hard to let you people go, but why should I do that?"

The mayor’s office in the city hall was a large semicircular room. There was a large thick wool rug in the middle, and the floor lamp in the room had been dimmed, so the surroundings were now an orange-yellow, like the color of sunset dipped in water. The screen showing Aliba’s image was hidden between the boundary of the shadows in the room and light poured from it.

Aliba scanned the entire office with his long slitted eyes. When he saw a pair of feet poking out from behind the office table, his facial muscles twitched a little. As if to control his emotions from showing, he knocked on his own table. He still had a very strong impression of those pair of leather shoes...