The Special Guard is the executioner tasked with purification.
On the sixth floor of the small building, the door to the office of the Deputy Commander of the Special Guard was tightly shut.
In the hall outside, clerical staff were nervously handling documents. A female secretary hurriedly approached the office door with files in her arms, only to be stopped by the confidential secretary sitting at the door.
The two exchanged a few words. The female secretary holding the files anxiously glanced at the closed office door a few times but ultimately left.
The heavy door isolated all the noise from outside the office. In the dim space, Sanders Carlow sat quietly.
The eyes of this middle-aged man flickered in the darkness. Those broken and crystal-clear lights were silent tears.
"Finally, this day has come." He said the final sentence into the microphone, put down the phone in his hand, slowly stood up, and took his uniform from the coat rack to put it on.
