Fifty- five

Alex

The special interrogation technique of the Dark Fur Pck is Mind Reading. I had used it earlier to draw out information from Lucian enemies a few weeks ago, and it would really work well in this situation.

The only downside of using it was the immense mental strain it had on the exhibitor. Not only does it consume a lot of mental strength, but it also takes a toll on them if not used properly or if executed too long. I’ve seen a lot of colleagues of mine go crazy because they performed it wrong, so all precautions had to be taken.

The problem now is my current mental state. I wasn’t in the right frame of mind at the moment. It feels like both my brain and mind has been shattered into bits, seeing that I haven’t been able to tell what was going on with Martha. My senses were tingling and had been going haywire all day. I don’t know why, but it wasn’t a good sign, I could tell.

But I couldn’t dwell on that right now. That wasn’t the plan.

Slowly, I began to corner Jasmine from whe