Office Politics 10 min read
The Fall Guy: A Tale of Manipulation and Justice
The sun had set hours ago, and the moon provided the only light in the small village. The streets were empty, except for a young girl walking with purpose. She wore a long coat that brushed against her ankles as she walked, a hood covering her face. In her hand was a small wooden box, intricately carved with symbols that seemed to glow faintly in the pale moonlight.