130 A Friend, Perhaps : Part 2

The interrogation room door opened, revealing a blond lieutenant and his partner named Jeff.

Well, 'Jeff' was not exactly 'Jeff' behind those policeman clothes. The surgical mask that he wore supported the role of the sick partner that he played.

He hated the role, though. It was the worst play that he ever had to do for his 18 years of life. Kiaran grunted in silence as he made his way to the table in the middle of the room.

Two guards were sitting on the chairs before the table in silence. There were no wounds on them aside from how pale they looked. 'Kiaran' probably knocked both of them down earlier that night.

The grey walls supported the room with their paleness. The only light source was the lamp on the ceiling right on top of the table.

Valerian was the first one to take the seat as the policewoman closed the door for them. Kiaran quickly followed the blond right after while keeping his ominous presence secret.