Death's Stain 死の染み

Chapter 2: Dark and Twisted Dream

As officer Kimura stands there, his radio hisses and a voice of an officer comes to through the other side. He would then let it play for a moment, then he mutes it and tucks both his thumbs into his pants waistband, looking down at Seiji and Senji with his dark piercing brown eyes.

"If I'm going to bring you two to the interrogation room, then you two will have to stand up. I'm not trying to scare you two," says the officer.

After a few moments, he sighs when they both don't comply, he looks down and shakes his head. "God..." he would whisper to himself, looking back at Seiji and Senji, taking his thumbs out his waistband and and holds out his hands, now speaking in a calmer tone, "Come on, I'll show you the way, kiddos."

Seiji would swallow deeply, looking over at Senji. Senji looks back over at Seiji, and then Seiji nods. Seiji reaches out and hesitantly grabs officer Kimura's hand with his trembling grip, Senji then does the same since his older brother did it, his hand trembling too—if not more. Both of them slowly stand up, following behind the tall officer—in Seiji's mind, he looks like a giant, probably around 191 centimeters tall with a stubble beard.

As the three of them walk down the hallway, they pass several officers, all taller and intimidating. The fluorescent light beaming down on them, bulletin boards displaying notices and missing posters on the neutral-colored walls. Seiji inhales the faint scent of disinfectants and the ambient odor of the of the institutional building.

Officer Kimura would then stop in front of a solid, heavy-looking door with a peephole too high for them to see through. It would also have a sign to the left of the room saying "interview room" in bold, slightly rusting letters.

The officer would then let go of both of their hands, his hand grabs onto the handle and twisting it, pushing the door open. The officer would step into the interrogation room, holding the door open for Seiji and Senji.

Inside, the room is dimly lit, like if they use an old lightbulb that could pop any moment. The walls are grey, like if it hasn't ever repainted since the Stone Age, it was but it faded into a dull grey wallpaper. There were three wooden chairs pushed into the plain, wooden table, two of the chairs on the opposite side of the one singular chair at the interrogation table.

Officer Kimura would look down at them, speaking with a reassuring tone, "Here we are, boys. Don't worry, the inter-"

Officer Kimura is then cut off as the interrogator cuts inbetween Seiji and Senji, walking into the room with a folder in hand and a professional black and white suit on. The officer stares at the interviewer as he walks in and he shakes his head, looking back at the two brothers, "So, your interrogator is here. Come in and chat with him. Like I said earlier, there's nothing to worry about. We just want to help." The officer says with a faint smile.

He then watches as Seiji and Senji walk in, both of them holding hands for warmth and comfort. Officer Kimura would then step out of the interrogation room, the heavy metal door making a deep thud, accompanied by the faint, creaking hinges as it clicks shut.

"You two can take a seat," the interrogator speaks in a low, nonchalant tone as he places the papers down on the table and looks over at Seiji and Senji who are just standing there as he is sat down.

"Come on! Do you two not know how to listen? Sit down," he says, becoming more irritated already. Senji flinches slightly at the interrogators sudden aggression, so Seiji holds Senji's hand tighter as they both walk over to the two seats across from the interrogator. They both pull out their own chair, now releasing eachother's hands and sitting on their respective seats.