Between Worlds: The Story of Ike Eveland and Vox Akuma

Chapter 4: The Search For Truth

As the police officers led Vox into the department, Mysta and Ike's injuries became increasingly apparent. Mysta, who had been shot in the leg, began to shake as he sat at his desk, the adrenaline fading, making the pain all the more real. Ike, whose arm had been grazed by a bullet, pressed a handkerchief to the wound as he watched the officers lead Vox to an interrogation room.

Despite the injuries, Mysta and Ike couldn't help but wonder if they had been set up. Their conversation at the cafe played on loop in their minds, and the strange coincidence of the warehouse location being so close to their office gave them pause.

But for now, their focus was on their own health. They both knew they needed medical attention, but they also knew that the case couldn't go on hold for their sake. And so, they pushed through the pain and called on the forensic team to gather and analyze the evidence.
Despite their injuries, Mysta and Ike remained steadfast in their commitment to the case. They remained at their desks, overseeing the forensic team's analysis and reviewing all the evidence they had gathered so far. As the hours passed, their exhaustion began to take a toll on their judgement, and they found themselves falling asleep at their desks. It was clear that they weren't in any condition to work effectively.

Eventually, one of Mysta's juniors took notice of their condition and insisted that they go home to rest. Mysta and Ike didn't want to leave the case in the hands of another detective, but they knew he was right. They gave their junior instructions to continue the investigation and left the office, too exhausted to do much more than collapse onto their beds at home.
The following morning, Mysta and Ike woke up feeling much better, the effects of their injuries having finally subsided. They wasted no time in making their way to the police station, determined to continue their investigation.

As they made their way down the hallway, they couldn't help but notice the activity around Vox's jail cell. It was clear that the case was gaining momentum and the media was starting to pick up on it. Despite their reservations about Vox's arrest, Mysta and Ike knew that they couldn't let the case go unanswered. And so, they decided to approach the cell and see if they could gain any insights.

From a distance, they watched as Vox paced back and forth, clearly agitated. As they listened in on his conversations with his lawyer, Ike couldn't help but notice the tension rising. And so, he decided to make his presence known, entering the cell block and approaching the cell.

At the sight of him, Vox's demeanor changed, the anger in his eyes replaced by one of caution. Ike knew that he had to tread carefully, but he was determined to learn the truth. He leaned against the wall, watching and waiting for an opportunity to probe for information.

Ike slowly made his way towards the cell, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of danger. He could see that Vox was nervously shuffling through some papers, his movements quick and precise.

As he approached the cell, Ike could see the tense expression on Vox's face, his eyes darting back and forth as if looking for a way out. But there was no escape for the demon - the cell was securely locked and the only way out was through Ike.

Ike took a deep breath and stepped closer to the cell, making eye contact with Vox. He could see the fear in the man's eyes, the anticipation of what might happen next.

But Ike remained calm and composed, his focus solely on the task at hand. He observed Vox's movements closely, taking mental notes on any mannerisms or behaviors that might indicate his guilt or innocence.

As the silence in the cell dragged on, Vox's nerves began to get the best of him. His hands were shaking slightly, his breath coming in short rasps. But Ike was immune to the tension, his attention solely on the man before him.