Raven Company

The man who was referred to as the captain the furrowed his brows, he suspiciously looked at Michael for a second before speaking. "You, did you do this?"

Michael bit his lips for a second before responding. "Would there be a problem if I did?"

The captain softly chuckled for a bit before responding in a relaxed tone. "No there wouldn't be, you actually helped us quite a bit."

The captain looked towards his two companions before signalling them to enter the room.

The blonde anxiously entered the room, holding his revolver tightly in his hand. The moment he stepped inside the room, the smell of blood and rot invaded his nostrils. His left hand quickly grabbed a handkerchief in his left pocket to cover his nose.

His eyes widened at the sight of the skinless severed heads, his adam's apple quivered slightly. He spoke in a soft voice. "They're still humans... right?'

His captain responded in a low voice. "No, not anymore. The white justiciars have already turned them into mindless beasts. Turning their own believers into beasts, how despicable"

The young woman looked quite uncomfortable when walking beside the severed heads, her gaze purposefully avoiding them. Both her hands gripped her revolver, oddly enough she didn't seem to be bothered by the horrid smell.

At the very back, Micheal nonchalantly walked beside the severed heads. Though his nose quivered quite a bit.

He quickly glanced at the exit, it was wide open. I could try to escape but... there's no way to lock the door from outside. Even if there was, I doubt I could use it with these handcuffs on me. There's still a chance that they're here to rescue me but they don't look like the police from Haytham's memory.

The captain finally reached the entrance, the smell of blood lessened white a bit. To his right was a small puddle of a green sticky substance. His head turned to the right, he saw the corpse of the beast. Its feathers are completely gone, exposing its pink skin.

He cocked his revolver and held it in one hand. He aimed it at the head of the beast. The captain pulled the trigger. Bang! A deafening sound came from the gun. The bullet fired from the barrel, making a small fireball appear at the end.

His hand remained unflinching like the recoil was non-existent. He then holstered his revolver back and turned to look at his two companions. "You two go back outside and dispose of the bodies. Remember, leave no traces."

The two quickly followed his order, completely leaving the two of you alone inside the dark and long corridor.

While The captain was speaking, Micheal took a quick glance at the corpse. It's head completely turned into a pile of flesh and bone. He then glanced at the captain's hand. It was completely unscathed, besides old scars that covered it all over.

Micheal looked quite carefree in the surface but in reality, his mind was racing. The size of his revolver is huge, possibly even larger than the ones back at Earth. What kind of strength does he posses to fire a gun of that calibre without flinching, on one hand at that? The gun has enough stopping power to make a head as strong as metal to turn into a piece of mush.

Micheal slowly gulped and turned towards the captain. "You... aren't a normal person are you?"

The Captain stared at Michael for a few seconds. He was looking at him strangely like he was a precious artefact from a museum.

His mouth suddenly curled up into a smile, soon after he was laughing loudly like someone just told him a funny joke. "In reality, I should be the one saying that to you"

Micheals eyes narrowed, his left foot subconsciously taken a step back. His gaze was on the door behind the captain.

The captain stopped laughing, his gaze locked on Micheals bright red eyes. "I guess there's no point in hiding it anymore. Follow me, we will ask you a few questions before letting you go."

Micheal slowly nodded at the captain, he seemed calm on the surface but his thoughts were completely different.

Somehow I doubt that will happen, this man clearly has something wrong with him both literally and figuratively. Hais... I'm in a complete disadvantage here. If I try to run a bullet will most likely turn my head into mush, even if they somehow miss consecutively The captain seems abnormally strong too. I'm sure that he can run a lot faster than a recently graduated linguist.

The captain slowly walked back to the exit, making sure that Micheal was following suit. He opened the door revealing a completely clean ground.

On his right was the young woman leaning against the wall while reading a book with a black cover. On his left was the blonde sitting on a bench, his face was slightly paler than normal and his hands were fidgeting a bit. Next to him was a covered up well with a strange smell coming out it.

He looked at the young woman and spoke. "Where did you place the bodies?"

The woman pointed her finger at the covered up well next to the blonde. Her gaze still fixated on the book, not even glancing at the captain once.

The Captain signalled the blonde to come over. He turned back to look at Micheal and said. "We will start now, your fate will be decided by your answers." The woman stopped reading her book and completely focused her gaze on Michael.

Micheal slowly nodded at the Captain. She's doing it again. She only does that when someone is asking me a question, can she find out if I'm lying or not?

The captain stared at Michael for a few seconds before asking. "What is your name?"

Micheal didn't show any hesitation before answering. "My name is Haytham Hall".

"Do you know languages other than Edwardian?"

Micheal raised his brows in confusion. Why is he asking me if I'm multilingual? This sound more like an interview rather than an interrogation.

He replied in the language of Heseno. "Yes, I do."

"Do you have any previous combat training?"

"No, I don't" The captain looked at Michael with suspicion then quickly glanced at the woman beside him. She just nodded at him.

"Surprising, so you actually killed a beast with no training past training whatsoever"

The captain's eyes glistened in anticipation.

"One final question, I will give you two choices, depending on your choice the way you live your life will be completely changed."

Micheal inwardly sighed. Here it is... Whatever the two choices, I will choose the one that won't end my life if there is any.

"Do you want to forget everything that has happened in this day or do you wish to understand this world and its secrets hidden from the populace"

Micheal pursed his lips, he looked like he was hesitating but he actually has already made up his mind.

Hais... Forgetting everything is simply unacceptable to me. I've already seen the dangers of this world, forgetting it does nothing. It's not like the monsters don't exist if I don't know of them. There's also the possibility of me forgetting my true self. On the other hand, understanding the world could make me more knowledgeable about the monsters of this world. Increasing my chance of survival. Though... this whole ordeal really sounds like an interview of some sorts.

He raised his head and directly looked at the captain's eyes and said. "I choose to understand this world and its secrets."

The captain raised his eyebrows, he seemed surprised at Micheals answer. "Are you sure you don't want to forget?

"No, forgetting does not mean that I would be safe from danger. I would rather choose to understand the dangers of this world."

"Interesting, Great observational skills and a distinctive train of thought. You'll be a great addition to the team."

Micheal gulped at the captain's last sentence. Addition to the team? That actually was an interview, I hope that this will increase my chance of survivable and not the other way around.

Micheal cautiously looked at the captain with his eyes squinted a bit. "Who are you, people exactly, I think I need to know the name group that I'm joining.

The captain chuckled for a second before replying in a hoarse voice. "We are Monsters and soon you will be too. For the name of the group, we are simply called the Raven Company"