Inside the gloomy, oppressive study, a piece of letter paper patterned with white-and-gold dark markings floated in the air and burned, leaving behind only a few embers.
Across the desk, less than two meters away, the figure of authority wore a look of haughty compassion. His scarlet eyes gazed down from above, cold as ice.
The subordinate knelt prostrate on the intricately patterned carpet, large beads of cold sweat dripping down and staining the red background into spots even darker, resembling congealed blood.
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