In the pre-dawn hours, in a secret police outpost located in the basement of an old residential house in the old district of Silvertown, Heinz sat on a chair, listening to the report of his subordinate.
"It's difficult to describe that feeling, the command came out of nowhere, but it just made you feel hard to resist." The action team leader Roddy carefully chose his words, "I know this sounds like making excuses, but it really was…"
"It's fine, I believe you, those who were at the scene have already experienced his bizarre abilities." Heinz made a gesture, "I'm asking you, when he swapped faces with you, did he do anything special?"
"He attacked me from behind, and then…" Roddy hesitated for a moment and then said, "I vaguely heard him speak an incantation, its pronunciation was very strange, as if it was—"
"My family's secret technique?" Heinz asked.
"Yes." Roddy nodded.
