As far as I know, they are Soren Ipsen and Adrian Bellator. I have come across their names in news multiple times. One of them—Mr. Ipsen as I had already the honor of saying that he is all young and tall, now that I think of it, Mr. Bellator too is handsome but he doesn’t looks good in formals. Surely his denim colored hair would fit well with denim jeans and jacket and maybe a white T-shirt underneath.

I then suddenly realize what I am thinking. How can I do this? I’m sure this is all because of hormones and stuff, nothing related to me. Wait, how does hormonal trigger takes place? ...Dunno, but never mind.

“Ms. Ericksson.” Mr. Ipsen called out, forcing me to focus on reality... harsh reality.

I was honestly a little scared, it’s too young for me to end up in jail. They tortured me with their endless questioning but in the end, they were still unsatisfied. Mr. Ipsen glared at me with his magenta eyes on which his cream hair were spilled at.

“Bellator.” He uttered the other detectives’ name.

The other detective nodded and asked me to get up from the couch. Are they gonna beat me? My mom used to say bad kids get whipped by police. Was she right? I’m so sorry mom.

He motioned me to sit on a chair. Wait, it’s my house, how did he lead me so swiftly across my own house considering he’s unfamiliar with the house layout.

“Um... you seem quite familiar to my house layout.” I said, my tone somewhat timid.

“So you’re observant.” He shot me a smirk as he lowered his eyes down at me. I felt a chill run down my spine. He’s weird.

I sat down on a chair, “So you were here before I arrived.” I muttered loud enough for him to hear me.

“Yes, but where did you arrive from?” He asked.

“I told you I was at my boyfriend’s place, I can call him if you want.” I retorted.

“Oh? And I came from heaven just now.” He chuckled, not buying my lie.

“Oh I can tell, you are an angel, the purest I have ever seen.” I said in sarcasm laced with anger.

He shook his head, “Oh thanks for the compliment.” He replied and kept a hand on my shoulders, his ultramarine eyes piercing into mine. I don’t like this.

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Then, I felt the room fade away as I found myself in a void with black and white sides, each side stretching endlessly and dividing the void in two but somewhere in both the sides was a small dot of black or white in the contrasting color just like a Yin-Yang. I then looked at Mr. Bellator and a loud gasp escaped from my lips. There he was, his one eye socket shining black and another white, his hair also parted from the mid and one side black and another side white.

I stared at him wide-eyed and jaw dropped.

“Are you by any means acquainted with the murder or the murderer?” He asked me, his voice as plain like a robot.

“N-no.” I looked at him terrified.

Then suddenly, the void shifted as I blurted out. In front of me was Yang—the white part. But Bellator moved behind me, revealing the small dot of yin in it. He bend and whispered in my ear.

“You’re innocent but not completely true.” He said in a low dangerous voice.

I knew he got me there.

“Reveal the truth.” He commanded.

There was a certain force in this void. Something constantly intimidating me and pressurizing me. The tension was palpable in the space. I let out a shaky breath. Something. I need to lie about something. It should be convincing. Focus. What information can I convincingly manipulate in a lie? Something. Something. Then it hit me.

“I- I saw a bag tumbling down my window... a garbage bag.” I said in a jittery manner, “The light was out and I got up to see a bag tumbling downwards, I was spooked out and I thought I heard a scream. I was scared it might be a fearful ghost. I- I am a low-grade necromancer and I do encounter such ghosts. I was so scared that I went to my boyfriend’s place.” I continued to babble.

“Stop.” He said firmly.

I felt myself again back to my room. I peered at him, he was back to his denim hair and ultramarine eyes. Damn, the heck was that? My hands were shaking and I was dripping in sweat. He offered me a glass of water but I rejected it furiously.

I managed my way back to the living room with my shaky legs. I never encountered such a scary ability. Maybe because it hits psychologically and emotionally. Yin- Yang? That’s a rare and an unusual ability which is well required in his field. I sighed and drifted in the comfort of my couch, feeling the soft fabric against me.

“But still, if you have a boyfriend, why don’t you have any photos?” He inquired.

“Photos?” I looked at him dumbstruck.

“Of course, you have no photos on your phone and your house.” He crossed his arms and kicked back in the couch.

“It’s because I got rid of my ex’s and I have yet to photo frame my boyfriend’s, I don’t keep digital photos, my friends just dig into it then, and they tease me.” I lied again despite having a record of being ever single.

“You’re weird.” He remarked.

“Thanks.” I forced a smile.

Later, they did some formalities and inquired about the garbage bag, it was a few hours till they finally went away and I was all alone by myself.

Why the hell am I always stuck in such situations? But I made it through. I lied to experienced detectives, or either they were too dumb. I mean I’m weak and harmless, right? For the first time, I finally loved my powers and I thanked Banshee for my weak and useless power. Banshee? Right, I wonder what Umika is doing right now? Did she defeat Sorath or not? Well, whatever I’m going to sleep. We’ll take care of it tomorrow.