Officer Genevieve Perez.
A diligent police constable. She's quick, both mentally and physically, with a gun by her side at all times. The 24-year-old does her duty to the best of her ability, and absolutely nothing can distract her when she sets a...
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Where it all began.
It all began in an abandoned building, on its third floor. That's exactly where Genevieve was right now. The place where she had aimed a gun at the supposed Alec Walliams, only to be scolded by the commissioner for arresting the wrong person. Fate really is a fickle thing.
Genevieve's venturing had come to a complete stop when she saw a familiar yellow light bulb, flickering on the ceiling above. The only difference this time was how a table sat underneath it. The table wasn't there before. In fact, nothing was there last time.
"Hello, Genevieve. Please have a seat."
Goosebumps rose on her skin, and it wasn't because of the cold temperature. She paused in her step at his voice, and her mind forced her to relive the last encounter with the demon before her.
"Well shit. Looks like you got me."
"Aw. Don't tell me you're scared of me, Genevieve."
"And you were spot on. That is exactly why I became a detective."
UNSOLVED CASE
Name: Alec Walliams
Cause of death: unknown
Her steps resumed and she approached a chair on the table. It was considerably dark in the building, but the dull source of light managed to illuminate just enough so she could see. The chair that sat on the opposite end of the table was occupied by someone, and their gaze looked to be fixated on her.
A screeching sound resounded within the deserted floor when Genevieve pulled on the chair. She sat down and slid her legs under the table. This proximity helped her see Shadow and his features more clearly, and she could notice the familiar grin of insanity that pulled at his lips. He was leaning backwards in the chair, with his arms folded. His eyes had been on her ever since she entered his peripheral vision, and he never looked away for even a second.
Shadow held a hand out in her direction. His palm was facing upwards, and Genevieve stared at it in consideration. She knew what that meant. He was asking for her to put the gun in his hand, and she did so without thinking twice. Cautiously, she pulled the pistol out from her waistband and placed it in his palm. He let out a small chuckle in return, and his fingers wrapped around the firearm as he pulled it towards himself. The sound of a clatter echoed shortly after, when he dropped it beside his chair.
Genevieve watched him with a blank face. That was the condition of her emotions too, she was blank. Numb. She felt nothing whatsoever. In fact, she wasn't even angry when she saw him, and there was no reason for her to be enraged. His demise was obvious, so there was no use in letting fury take over her.
On the other hand, Shadow thought he had won. He believed that he broke her, hence the lack of emotion on her face. Little did he know, that was all but a facade. A storm of destruction brewed underneath her numb shell.
