The morning sun barely peeked over the horizon when the next call came in. Sycamore's voice echoed through the Possession Crimes Unit HQ as he gathered the team. "We've got another one," he said, his face serious. "Reports of violent behavior and a possible possession in a high-profile area—city hall."
Eamon stood by, his fingers twitching slightly. He had only just begun to process the events from last night, and already, another case was pulling him in. He could still feel the weight of the previous exorcism in his bones, but there was no room for rest.
"City hall? They're getting bolder," Cindy muttered, strapping her gear and checking her weapons. Kit nodded in agreement, his face set in determination.
