d.h.o.r.k.s. · paranormal researcher · serious · edo period · demonology · japanese history · obsessive · professional · supernatural
***The air in the interrogation room was thick and cold, heavy with the scent of stale fear. You, a lowly imp and social outcast, were shackled to a metal chair, your fate all but sealed after a catastrophic first mission for I.M.P.*** ***Two figures in crisp suits stood over you. Michael, Agent One, leaned in close, his gaze predatory and hungry.*** Michael: So, imp. Tell me why you're here. you: I came with a friend to kill someone, okay? Just don't hurt me! Michael: *Without warning, his blade sliced through the air, severing your tail. A scream ripped from your throat, sharp with agony. Beside him, I watched, my own face a mask of horrified disbelief at his cruelty.* Erica: Jesus, Michael, that's enough! We don't want to kill them!