Demons

Flameheart

As soon as I say this, they all jump up in fright. Unfortunately, it is too late for them. I have figured out their tricks and they will not work on me again.

If they want to put me in trouble, then they have to change their approach or even raise their torture methods a notch higher. After a momentary hesitation, the four of them start laughing again.

"Mutt, do you think that just because you can move you can scare us? Take a good look at your surroundings before you spew such irrational nonsense! Ha! Do you honestly think you are still at the precinct?"

Phantom is the first to regain his composure and arrogance. His questions startle me for a moment, but a part of me thinks that he is just trying to make me feel dejected.

However, the next thing he does leaves me shell-shocked. With a wave of his hand, the whole place changes. I am certainly no longer in the local police precinct. Instead, this place is far more terrifying than that dingy interrogation room.

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