Interrogation

When the four people were left to dwell with themselves, the tension in the air relaxed. The Mage Specialist, whose name Lucien did not manage to catch, let out a loud sigh.

"Goodness, fuck. That uptight fucker is finally gone." He massaged his nape and stretched his neck. Old Fe gave him a warning look.

'Don't cuss in front of children.'

"What? It's true! Since last night, he's been uptight and has become a stubborn prick. I told him the killer was not here in your facility and he insisted we test the children. Had he forgotten the most important thing?"

Old Fe sighed, "He's just being careful, Michael. Especially when the killing happened right under our noses."

"Exactly! The body of that possessed girl was killed and shredded brutally right in the dungeon of our base. Doesn't that tell you the killer is someone who can go in and out of our hideout? I've been telling him we have a spy in our midst and he won't even listen to me!"