Killing the Possessor - Chapter 56
“You do know you’re going to the Public Security Department, right?”
“Of course! I know the investigator. He’s the firstborn of Duke Abyss.”
“……”
To the possessors, he’s more terrifying than any demon, but to the regular noble young ladies, he probably just seems like a good match for a husband.
I was too tired to argue, so I got out of bed. I kicked Dahlia out as she chatted about how it was her first time at the Public Security, and I called for a maid.
“Make me look like the most typical noble young lady.”
“…Excuse me?”
The maid, Lucy, gave me a confused look as I made the request with a serious expression. But I was dead serious.
“Why would a young lady who looks so ordinary be going to such a terrible place? I want them to think that way.”
“….”
The dress Lucy picked was similar to what Dahlia was wearing, only a more refined version. Despite going to an interrogation, I ended up looking like I was out for a day trip. But as long as this helped avoid suspicion, that was good enough.
And when we finally arrived at the Public Security…
“Wow, it’s closer than I expected.”
Dahlia exclaimed, stepping out of the carriage first. We looked up at the large, imposing building, which was typical for government offices.
This was it. The place where innocent possessors were dragged off to suffer.
“Miss Dahlia, Miss Camilli?”
At that moment, a woman in a familiar white uniform approached us. I nodded, and she gestured for us to follow her inside.
Given the setting, it seemed unlikely that women in dresses would often come here, but surprisingly, the Public Security Department staff didn’t seem to pay much attention to us.
The interior was as neat as its exterior, and most surprisingly, it was eerily quiet. I had expected it to be crowded with people who had at least committed some offense against public order, but instead, the scene was completely different from what I had imagined.
I glanced around at the white marble hallway and the neatly arranged office desks visible through the windows, and a slight sense of doubt crept in. Is this really where torture takes place? Really? Or is the interrogation room completely different?
With half relief and half lingering anxiety, I followed the officer’s lead, walking briskly, occasionally looking around like a student on a field trip.
“Over here.”
It wasn’t until we got on the elevator that the first strange thing happened.
The manually operated elevator, with its turning handle, was oddly fascinating, but my growing anxiety left me no time to study it in detail. When the iron gate, reminiscent of a prison door, slammed shut with an unlubricated metallic sound, my nerves were once again on edge.
“From here, Sir Charlene will take you.”
The officer gestured toward a brown-haired man waiting on the lower floor.
“Miss Dahlia, you can follow Sir Charlene.”
However, as I was about to exit the elevator, following Dahlia, the officer stopped me and said, “Miss Camilli, you need to go one more floor down.”
“…”
Why? Why?
The fear that had hit me when I first saw the summoning notice was nothing compared to what I felt now. My heart began to race, and it became hard to maintain the polite smile I had been holding out of courtesy.
Creeeek. The eerie sound of the elevator stopping echoed like something out of a horror movie. But unlike before, when the detective had been waiting for Dahlia.
There was no one in front of the open iron gate.
The officer seemed flustered, scratching her head and mumbling an excuse.
“Ah, the head investigator’s work isn’t finished yet. He’ll be here soon, so please wait for a moment.”
I had long lost the composure to respond politely. Pale-faced, I nodded and leaned against the nearby wall.
The place, predominantly decorated in shades of gray, felt more like a hospital than a typical interrogation room. The rooms were arranged along a long corridor, facing each other. The interior felt more suited to an alien-themed science fiction movie than a world of lavish dresses and grand balls. The decor made me think this was a virtual world.
The problem was that it added to my growing fear. I had definitely seen this kind of eerie setting in a horror game before.
“Ah! Aahh!”
Suddenly, as I stood there shivering alone, I heard strange, painful sounds coming from the distance.
