The red mist became so thick that Elijah's lungs felt heavy.
Each breath tasted like rust and old blood, as if the air itself had started to decay.
The cross hidden under his sweater seemed to burn, leaving a searing heat across his chest, exactly where he had inked the runes.
His breath came out in ragged gasps as he rushed forward.
Aaron had long since stopped on the upper floor, watching Elijah and Nara as if enjoying a good show.
"Miss Nara, you are making it hard for us to help you like this. If you are not comfortable, then we won't disturb you, but you must let go of my partner first."
Maggie's voice was calm, without a hint of nervousness. She even sounded genuinely troubled by Nara's unreasonable behavior.
Nara, or rather the evil spirit, was essentially a child with the child's mentality.
Under Maggie's constant coaxing, she loosened her grip, and the fellow officer fell to the floor like a puppet without strings.
