"So… you have a task page listing various tasks on it, and you used it to find the restaurant?"
Zaen vigorously nodded.
"And you managed to kill them… with luck?"
Once again, Zaen nodded.
Johann smiled and snapped his fingers again. The skin-tight suit untangled itself from Zaen, letting him fall to the ground, sweating and panting like a dog after intense training.
Three hours.
Johann interrogated him for three hours straight without any breaks. Zoey and Karloff both were sent away when the interrogation got a bit out of hand.
Zoey was clearly worried about the mental strain it would put on Zaen, while Karloff… well, he had other matters to deal with.
This fucking bastard…
Zaen thought while coughing his lungs out. His mouth was open to respond to Johann, but the constant pressure on his diaphragm made it impossible for him to talk and breathe for long.
