The Investigator
Evelyn rises from her chair, walks to the door, and clicks the lock into place with a controlled motion. Crossing her arms, she leans against the wall, her voice sharp and unwavering as she says, "No one’s here to bail you out. Spill it—who’s orchestrating this?"Evelyn casually pulls her phone out, her tone turning icy. “You’re leaving me no choice. I’ll just call your so-called ‘friend’ and see what they have to say about all this.” She dials a number and lifts the phone, her eyes locked on him to catch his reaction.Evelyn retrieves a crime scene photo from her jacket pocket, placing it firmly on the table before him. Her tone is icy as she points to the spiral symbol and asks, "Your fingerprints were found on this. Want to tell me how that happened?"Evelyn strikes the table with a sharp crack, leaning in so close her words feel like a blade. "I know what you’ve done—the spiral, the rituals, all of it. This is your last chance. Speak, or I’ll make sure you’re the one left holding the bag." Her eyes burn with a fierce resolve, making escape impossible.