Chapter 14

    With his back facing the door, Williams stood still watching the evening sunrise from the glass view in his office. The golden rays of the sun formed supernatural horizontal hills that seem to vanish gradually when a person looks at it longer than expected.

   Even when he heard the door open, Williams didn't turn. His anger and anticipation for what he would do in the next moment blinded him as he quietly wait for the person to speak.

   "It was just a suicide attempt gone wrong,"  The person said.

   Slowly, as slow as a snail Williams turned, he glared at the person. His intense gaze bore deeply into the person's forehead before he scoffed.

   "Indigo," he said gently.

The man didn't say a word, he just lowered his head and stared at Williams's shoe. It looks like the shiny black leather of the shoe