Box

Chief Officer John obviously ran indirectly from outside the school.

His forehead wasn't just filled with sweat, he was drenched in it; he was panting heavily.

He saw Sister Moni in front of the gravestone and went over to her.

"I'm sorry Sister Moni, for interrupting your prayers to Kieran. There was a sudden incident, so please come with me."

While John spoke, he habitually straightened his back and made his already buff body even stiffer, but it wasn't pressuring and instead, it added another layer of respect to his manner.

"What's wrong John?" The elderly sister looked at the chief officer.

"Hmm… I think it's better you come with me. I really don't know how to explain." His rugged face showed a bitter smile.

"Very well." The elderly sister nodded and with the chief officer's help, they walked towards the wagon parked beside the police box outside the school.

"Sister, do you need me to go with you?"