The door creaked open, catching the girl's attention as she looked up to witness a tall man step into the room before gently closing the door behind him. He had on a white dress shirt—the sleeves rolled up to the elbows as was typical with most cops—navy blue pants, and a matching tie. His hair was black, parted to one side to give off a professional vibe, and his eyes were a piercing shade of blue.
"Ms. Roth...or do you prefer Rachel?"
"Rachel's fine."
"Great," he went on, pulling the chair back to take a seat across from her. She had been alone for some time now in the interrogation room, although she couldn't pinpoint exactly how long given that the clock on the wall was broken, the hands permanently stuck at 8:44. "I'm Detective James Rossi, the lead investigator assigned to this case. I'm aware that you gave a quick statement to Officer Lopez, but I'm going to need you to be very specific with me and go into detail. This is your chance to be thorough, Rachel, and whatever you say may guide the beginning of this investigation."
Having seen a handful of crime—related TV shows and movies, Rachel more or less knew the process. She wasn't in any trouble just yet, nothing real solid at least. Detective Rossi would conduct his investigation, and she would either get charged and arrested, or she would walk. But Rachel simply nodded her head, not wanting to incriminate herself in any way. "I will tell you the truth, Detective—" she shrugged, hoping for her sake that he would at least take into consideration her side of the story, "that's all I've got."
She lowered her gaze for a moment, then looked up when Detective Rossi opened the file he had brought with him. As he was reaching for a piece of paper, his movements gradually slowed to a halt, essentially leaving him frozen in time.
"Detective?" her voiced echoed.
"Hello, my child." "Trigon...what a surprise."
"You know you hurt me when you do not address me properly."Her vision slowly started to go dark, and an all too familiar silhouette invaded her line of sight. Detective Rossi no longer existed, at least for the moment.
"I see that world is still not treating you well, my dear Raven. Perhaps you will consider joining me—""No, no, you always do this. How is it that a prodigious being such as yourself can't grasp the simple concept that we will never work together?"
Trigon remained still for a moment, the quiet, eerie ambience making Rachel slightly uncomfortable. Had she been elsewhere, away from him, she would have been fine, but whenever her father reached out to her, she felt small and vulnerable.
"You will change your mind...you always do.""I change my mind about a lot of things, but not
you."
She was met with silence once more, and the familiar darkness enveloped her to the point where she found it hard to breathe.
"Rachel, are you okay?"
The girl was startled awake in a cold sweat, the increased pulse giving her the sensation of waking up from a vivid nightmare, though in her case, the terror was real. Detective Rossi grabbed her shoulders to practice some form of restraint on her. "Hey, relax! Listen to me you fainted and fell out of your chair, but you're fine now."
She looked around the room and nodded, "Yes, you're right. Sorry."
He eventually helped her get to her feet before advising her he was going to call the paramedics. Rachel insisted she wasn't hurt or in any pain, but he told her neither of them had a choice in the matter as it was policy. Rossi excused himself for a moment and left Rachel alone in the room again. The encounter she'd had with her father replayed in her mind, and she had questions, questions that could only be answered if she were to reach out to him.
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