Andrew Riddle
Andrew. The new commissioner. God he hated this posting. This distant, small village, where almost no one lived, except old Indian men. The village? A total bore. As much as no crimes was a relief, there was not much entertainment like before. The craze in the posh British parties, the drinks, and the ladies. On a night patrol, Drew was out, sacrificing his sleep and relaxation. By the corner of his eye, he saw a figure running by, and almost on reflex caught its hand, pinning it to the nearby wall. "Who are you? What is your motive of running at the middle of the night?" He said harsh, stern.