At the entrance of the building where he lives, a clean and sleek black car is waiting. I stretched my neck more to see the surroundings because men in black are just everywhere. A bald man in uniform is standing at the side of the car which this ‘Mr. Anderson’ approached.

I stopped some meters away. I saw the man handed him the key and his lips moved lightly like he just said something. The bald man in uniform just nodded. I scanned the place and saw more men.

I find it weird that ...