As soon as Madling and his troupe left Rino back in the building, he jolted from the chair he had been tied and staggered to the door.
The metal door that privated the room in which he was creaked open behind him as he stumbled out of the room, giving the cold wind of the night chance to bite into his bruised skin. His steps as well appeared heavy, wounded not just in body, but in spirit as well.
His breath was ragged, warm in the air around him, shallow and shaky too. The torment he did endured inside was nothing compared to what he struggled to comprehend within him. He didn't want to believe yet that the figure he had seen was Madling's.
He looked at his bloodied hands in shame, "The briefcases..."
Not only was the money he was asked to retrieve left its course from him, but the loan he and borrowed was also off him. Just the moment he had been wishing for a very long time ago, came only to crumble moments after.
