After trying to escape ─and horribly failing at it─, the demons had dragged his battered body into a small dark room. Aaron made sure to not speak the entire trip to the room, tried to maintain the fact that he had a magic bullet under his tongue a secret. It had been difficult to achieve when he entered that new room, almost coughing as the strong smell of sulfur stung in his nose. He was lucky that even if his nose wasn't broken, it had bled enough to make it harder to smell.
After stepping inside, they showed him into one specific spot ─a random demon always holding him in place─, one where it was easier to watch the six screens that hung on one of the walls, every one of them showing different angles of the same room.
