“What happened here.” Detective Fols remarked flatly. His eyes fighting back the morning grogginess.

“Looks like a lovers affair this time. Usually these are isolated things but my guess is the fsther was running some cult-thing. Either way, the kool-aid was a loaded revolver here.” Officer Morrow rattled off. Fols scratched his chin as he looked onto a scene of horror. Though for him, it was just another Tuesday. Fols paced around the room, careful as he stepped around the delicately marked numbers and colleagues bagging evidence from the floor around him. His pacing ended at the feet of a man in handcuffs. Fols looked onto the man who was wearing a smile, eyes still gleaming.

This was the seventh case this month he had been called to investigate. What was causing so many people to blatantly violate our societies’ laws? Was it really worth a few moments of bliss?

“Do you know why you’re under arrest today, sir?” Fols asked with raised eyebrows. The man held his smile as he looked back up to Fols.

“I do. And if this is what our society is so against. Then I am against our society.” The man uttered with glee.

Fols looked the man in the eye. Then back to the ground.

“Get him out of here, and cover his face. We can’t have the press seeing this emotion on the loose. We can’t have any more of these cases stirring up inspired by this happy maniac.” Fols ordered. Two officers nodded and grabbed the man up from his seat. Bagging his head, they dragged him out of the building and into the back of their patrol vehicle.

Fols looked up to the sky, seeing a towering building of the Regional Courts of Emotional Control reigning over dwarfed skyscrapers around it. Just as he towered over the man who offended the law. Fols felt a symmetry and gave a nod as he looked back to the ground in forlorn. No one’s happy here. No one needs to be happy here.