The spy presented the sealed evidence with both hands, his eyes flashing with anticipation.
"Sir, all the evidence you requested is here."
The God of Order took the evidence without even glancing at him.
"Well done. You may return."
"It was an honor to serve you!" The spy bowed deeply, the corners of his mouth curved into a relieved arc.
He walked back to his organization with light steps, but the moment he entered, he was forced to the ground. His master pressed a cold boot against his face:
"Useless trash. Ten thousand deaths wouldn't be enough for you!"
The glint of torture tools flashed—until his last breath, he never comprehending why he had to die.