Are all Investigators this Pathetic?

“They don’t scream, they just move as if hypnotized, freeze and die. Tell me, Lilica Alvie, why did you summon that entity to this world?” the Investigator asked. His voice was raspy and cold, almost soulless.

As he stared me directly in the eyes, the lights of the interrogation room burned a sharp crimson red. 

Their flickering sounds were the only noise that could be heard in the heavy silence that followed.

A two-way glass stood right beside me, probably for people hiding to observe my every move.

Look at this mess of an Inspector! He seems so terrified that he thought chaining my wrists would help to keep me calm and under control!

And how often do I have to tell this man everything?!

“I already told you that I have no idea how this monster ended up in Aethera, neither am I guilty! You stupid, damn Investigator!” I hissed.

The Investigator stared sharply and exhaled a loud breath. 

Then he stood up, pacing from the left to the right side. I tracked his every move until he finally returned to the table and slammed his hand down on the metal surface.

Seems like someone is rather furious? Oh dear, sorry for making you angry, but I really don’t get why you are still doubting my words!

“Look Lilica Alvie, you are known to be notorious. Every single trace is leading us to you. The spell, the magic imprinted on the dead bodies, even the fact that we found you at the crime scene is all enough for us to reach the conclusion that you are guilty!” He took a deep breath and gulped.

“So why are you still denying everything!” he yelled, slamming the table once more.

“Maybe you should learn some resilience, dear Investigator. I don’t think throwing a tantrum is going to get you an answer out of me and besides as I already told you since the last few hours, I have absolutely no clue who summoned the entity and I am certainly not guilty!” I answered, calmly.

“You witch, you are slowly getting on my nerves! Should I really resort to violence? Is that what you wish for?” he glared.

I can clearly see the frustration leaking out of your eyes dear Investigator.

“Try and see what happens? I wouldn’t stand back and let myself get beaten by a man who is far too scared to even talk to me!” I grinned.

“Who said I am s-scared of you!” he yelled.

“Nobody did, but your eyes surely gave it away.”

“You!” He threw the documents on the ground, now scattered all across the room.

He took a deep breath and started pacing from the left to the right side once again.

How often does he intend to do this?

I am getting bored now.

They didn’t even serve me any food, not even water.

As silence once again filled the investigation room and the light’s flickering was the only noise to be heard, the Investigator sat down.

He started fidgeting with his pen, thinking about what to write down.

Not like I am the one who forced you into this and seriously are all the Investigators of the supernatural authorities so mean? They should teach them some manners!

I leaned back and tried to relax against my wooden chair, but as I shifted my hands, the metal edge pricked my finger.

Ouch! Great, now it’s bleeding! Seriously, why don’t they just take these shackles off already? Just because I was at the crime scene doesn’t give them the right to keep me locked up here!

What am I an animal?

As I watched the blood slowly dripping down, the Investigator cleared his throat.

Ah, here he comes again. Let’s see what he has to say.

“You really won’t admit anything!” he sighed.

“Why should I when I am innocent, dear Investigator? Instead of wasting your precious time with me, shouldn’t you go out and search for the real culprit?” I shrugged.

The Investigator seemed to be angered with my answer since he started to scratch his neck nervously. His face flushed in a deep crimson red and also sweat began to form on his forehead.

Aren’t you overdoing it at this point? I get that you are frustrated but fighting with me won’t get you anywhere. Maybe you should visit a healer instead?

Those seem like signs of a heart attack.

“Maybe you should take some time off. It doesn't seem like you're in the greatest condition to investigate, dear Investigator!” I remarked.

With that, he glared into my eyes, then he shifted his gaze at my hands and started to furrow his brows.

He frantically moved toward the door and slammed it right behind him, leaving me all alone in the investigation room.

I still could hear the sounds even with the heavy door shut.

“Do you really think those shackles will be enough to keep her calm?! I feel like she will attack me any second!” the Investigator yelled, his voice faltered.

“There is no way for her to use her scythe as long as her hands are bound! Even if she tries to chant something she can’t fight like this!” another voice answered back.

“You don’t get it, there is cruelty in her eyes! It’s as if… she is playing with my mind!”

“Just go back inside! You were the one who wanted to lead the investigation, so you have to take some responsibility! Also there is no way she will do anything! Why are you so afraid of her? She is just a problematic teenager with anger issues!” the voice replied.

Who are you calling problematic teenager?! 

And anger issues, really? 

Who is the one screaming and panicking because a so-called teen is telling them that they know nothing about the deaths?!

Also what about my rights? They just bind me to these shackles, isn’t this a violation to my freedom and honor? They really go all out with their show? Trying to break me so I end up crying or what is your intention?

Please, dear Investigators. Right now, you are acting rather spitefully!

I almost feel bad, although I am showing my best attitude today.

As I internally belittled the Investigator, the door clicked open again.

The Investigator gulped nervously, his eyes moving frantically in every direction of the room, as he stepped inside.

Then he once again shifted his gaze at my hands. His eyes were blinking every second.

What a scaredy-cat of an Inspector. This city is doomed.

“Care to sit down?” I asked, annoyed.

The Investigator glared but averted his gaze the moment he met mine.

Then he took a seat right across from me.

“I will give you one last time to tell the truth,” he whispered and swallowed once more. His gaze fixed on my hands.

“What happened that day? Why were you leaning over the dead body and also…” his voice crumbled.

“H-how did you manage to summon that entity to the world?”

“You mean the one who commands the people with words? The one who kills them like that? As I told you I know nothing.”

“Y-you do! You know more, I know that for sure,” he hissed, glaring angrily.

Oh, back to the glaring, I see!

Well there is nothing more to say for me.

But do you really want to know what happened?

I only said I wasn’t guilty.

I never said I didn't know who was the culprit.

Maybe I did lie, a little bit.