Ethan sat in the dimly lit room, his gaze fixed on the police officer standing before him.
"A witness claims they saw you leaving the principal house around 10:40 pm. Is this true?" the officer questioned.
Silent, Ethan continued to lock eyes with the policeman. After a brief moment, the officer's frustration boiled over, and he slammed his hand on the desk.
"Listen, I'm not here to play games. If you refuse to cooperate, I will have you arrested and ensure you're convicted," the officer threatened.
Ethan straightened up in his chair and met the officer's gaze. "If there was a witness who saw me, were there any others? As far as I know, I was at home for hours and never left. How could I have been spotted at the principal's house? Unless you're suggesting I have a twin, maybe you should ask my mom," Ethan countered.
The officer's anger flared as he grappled with Ethan's words. Frustrated, he grabbed Ethan and pulled him closer, their eyes locked in a tense standoff.
"Listen, you're a killer, and don't think your innocent façade will set you free," the policeman accused Ethan.
Feeling overwhelmed, Ethan remained silent in response to the officer's harsh words. The atmosphere in the room was tense, and it seemed like the best course of action was to say nothing.
After a while, the policeman left the room, leaving Ethan alone to brood. Peering through the glass, Ethan watched as the officer joined his colleagues for a discussion. Anger simmered within him as he contemplated the unjust treatment he was enduring merely because he had become associated with the devil.
"Do you plan to escape or just sit there and let them frame you?" a voice suddenly broke the silence.
Startled, Ethan looked up to see Lucifer now occupying the spot where the policeman had been sitting. Ethan's emotions swirled within him – anger, frustration, and a sense of powerlessness – yet he remained silent.
Lucifer rose from his seat and moved behind Ethan, placing his hands on his shoulders. "Have you forgotten, as the Antichrist, you wield tremendous power that no one else possesses? You have the ability to do extraordinary things and to evade capture."
Ethan remained motionless, maintaining his silence in the face of the unfolding events. The door creaked open, and the police officer entered the room, accompanied by an elderly lady.
As Ethan's eyes met hers, a flicker of recognition passed through him. She was the woman he had seen peering out of her window as he exited the principal's house, the one who had likely alerted the police.
The policeman guided the elderly lady to stand in front of Ethan, then pointed towards him, questioning, "Was he the one you witnessed harming Mrs. Wilson? Please, we need your confirmation to assist in our investigation."
For a prolonged moment, Ethan and the old lady locked eyes, a silent exchange passing between them. Time seemed to stand still as they scrutinized each other, the weight of the question hanging heavy in the air. Suddenly, the old lady's gaze darkened briefly before returning to its original brown hue.
"I'm not sure... I don't believe he's the one," she finally uttered, turning to address the police officer, her uncertainty palpable in the room.
"Are you certain, ma'am? You have nothing to fear. Trust us, and everything will be resolved," the police officer reassured the old lady.
Glancing at Ethan and then back at the officer, the old lady asserted, "No, sir, I was mistaken. He's not the one."
The officer nodded in response, dismissing the elderly lady and gesturing for her to leave. He then approached Ethan, who remained silent and fixed his gaze on the officer as they sat facing each other.
"You're free to leave, but remember, I'll be watching you closely. I won't rest until I apprehend you. I believe you're the perpetrator, and I'll see to it that justice is served," the officer warned sternly.
Ethan pushed the officer's hand away, perplexed by the accusatory tone. He couldn't comprehend why he was being subjected to such hostility.
"I believe it's in our best interest to maintain our silence. Since you acknowledge my innocence, could you release me?" Ethan proposed calmly.
The police officer regarded Ethan with a moment of incredulity before bursting into laughter. He found it remarkable that, in all his years of investigating crimes, he had never encountered someone as composed as Ethan.
"I must admit, I find your approach quite amusing, young man. However, your tactics won't work on me. You won't wring a word out of me," the police officer retorted with a hint of amusement.
Rising from his seat, Ethan strode away, leaving the police officer standing there in a state of bewilderment. Uncertain whether to laugh or feel unnerved, the officer couldn't shake the feeling that there was something peculiar about Ethan.
After leaving the police station, Ethan spotted his parents waiting for him. They hurried over to him, eager to speak, but he halted and faced them.
"I believe it would be better if you both went home. I'm not in the mood for a conversation at the moment," Ethan stated firmly.
With a sense of annoyance lingering within him, Ethan walked off, leaving his parents behind. He couldn't shake the feeling that everyone around him seemed foolish, adding to his frustration.
Shortly after leaving the police station, Ethan stood outside, gazing up at a window where he noticed the familiar old lady observing him. Unperturbed, Ethan continued to fix his gaze on her, and suddenly, she opened the window and plummeted out, landing in the car park below.
A sly smile crept across Ethan's face as he walked away without a backward glance. In that moment, he felt a sense of vindication, a reminder of the power he wielded as the Antichrist.
The incident served as a stark warning to those who dared to mock or challenge him. Ethan's actions reinforced the notion that anyone who crossed him would face dire consequences.