"Once he is within our custody, we shall take his life. He shall be, henceforth, survived only by the image that stains my CCTV screen."
Security is no longer watching the CCTV. No longer watching someone purchase a rice pouch— Pulsating in a sterile environment— Monitoring an image that was never on tape. Focusing, so deeply, on a soul that was never on tape.
So deeply fixated on those who have committed a crime. Those who are substantially unblemished by sunlight. Those who are continuously touched by our Heavenly Father's sight. Those who unceasingly scale onyx towers draped in a government skin, Waving pure flags against the night.