The moment Margaretta called us to the room for interrogation, I already had a story in my head that would also match what Sylvie had recounted.
In the end, I had no intention of giving away the identity I kept hidden all this time. There is a reason why I am being this careful after all.
"Sit down," Margareta ordered, gesturing to the chairs on one side of the table. Once we were seated, she took her place on the opposite side, her tablet ready for note-taking.
"Start from the beginning. Tell me everything you know about the events that took place in that basement and even before. Leave nothing out," she instructed, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.
She first turned her attention to me.
"Sylvie had already explained what happened before in the alley. She said you were deadly, injured."
"Yeah, that's true. We were ambushed on the road. I tried to protect Sylvie, but I got injured in the process. The attackers were demon followers."
