THE FOOL

Red greeted me with a loud laugh, puffing smoke from his vape. "What are you saying? Are you trying to be funny? Are you threatening me?" he asked, accompanied by a cough as he took a drag from his vape. He scanned me from head to toe and remarked that there was nothing particularly special about me to warrant such threats. He grinned at me, seemingly mocking, and continued, "See those cops outside? With just a word from me, they'll follow my orders like obedient dogs. You know why? Because I'm just the son of a senator." He laughed loudly again, reveling in the fact that being a senator's child made him feel invincible.

The audacity of this guy stemmed from his powerful connections. I couldn't help but think, "See? The world's system is truly messed up." He even had the nerve to ask me why I ended up in his precinct, mocking my audacity to pretend to be one of his lawyers. He believed I was a relative of the family he massacred, simply because he was high on drugs. To add insult to injury, he suggested that I just leave, and in return, he would offer me money as compensation for what he did to that slaughtered family. Hearing him say that made me tremble with anger. He shamelessly admitted to killing an entire family and thought he could settle it with money.

I asked him about his father, and he mentioned the name Julius Scaver. That explained why his last name sounded familiar; Julius Scaver was the senator who unexpectedly won in the recent election due to the sudden death of his opponent. Now, I wouldn't be surprised if this brat in front of me was the one responsible for eliminating his father's political rival. Since I needed to expedite my visit to his cell, I didn't waste any time and attempted to control Red's thoughts.

Using the effect of my card, I managed to make him obedient to my commands. However, this time, I didn't order him to die. Instead, I instructed him to write a letter. After he completed the letter as per my instructions, before the effect of my ability wore off, I called a guard stationed outside his cell. I told the guard that Red needed something.

As the guard entered the cell, I also tried to control his thoughts. I instructed him to shoot Red in the head after I left their cell. My command worked on the guard, and shortly after I exited the cell, I heard a gunshot, a signal that the guard had carried out my order.

The other police officers in the vicinity were immediately alarmed. "What was that?! Gunshot!" shouted the officers, visibly anxious and frightened as they rushed towards the cell area. It was apparent that the current state of the police force was all about appearances and swagger; when faced with real action or danger, they seemed clueless about what to do.

Taking advantage of the commotion that had captured the attention of the police, I seized the opportunity and quickly walked away from the police station. However, as I distanced myself, an overwhelming sense of fatigue and dizziness suddenly hit me. Inexplicably, it felt like I was weakening, struggling for breath, and on the verge of nausea.

I pushed myself to walk despite feeling extremely dizzy. I used every ounce of remaining strength to reach the bus station where I had disembarked earlier. Fortunately, a bus arrived quickly, and I managed to board it. The bus driver noticed my pale face and attempted to ask if I was okay. I reassured him that everything was fine, tapping my beep card to pay for the bus fare.

I found an empty seat towards the back, hurriedly making my way there to settle and calm myself. I couldn't explain why this was happening to me, and my vision was gradually becoming blurry. I fought the urge to let myself fall asleep; succumbing to it would ruin everything I had done. I realized that if I remained close to the crime scene, especially when more people learned about Red's death, I would likely become a major suspect. Hence, I needed to put some distance between myself and the incident.