Wincing at the sharp light, the cloaked figure shifts. He glares around suspiciously at the tiny room in which he was confined several minutes before. Leaning back in his chair slightly, arms crossed over his chest stiffly as he eyes the table like it was covered in some foreign disease. He frowns at it and then up at the reflective glass covering almost the entire wall from the waist up. They think he can’t see him. Just another example of how naive humans are. His face slowly forms into an emotionless one as he stares right through the two-way mirror like it was a window. His eyes pierce through their confident facades.

Suddenly the door to his left swings open, squeaking slightly. He stays still, following the man who entered with his eyes. He sits in front of him and clears his throat. “You thirsty?” he asks, pouring him a cup of water and sliding it to him. The mysterious figure stays in his statue-like state, not breaking eye contact with the man. The investigator sighs and flips through a folder. “What’s your name?” he asks, glancing over his thick-rimmed glasses.

“…” he did not speak.

“Come on, no one is going to hurt you. Just tell me your name.” he urged softly, clasping his hands together on the table top.

Finally the cloaked figure spoke. “Gabriel.” He muttered, still staring at him with bright purple eyes, not having blinked once since he was brought into this room.

“Gabriel. My name’s Max. Max Collins.” He introduced himself. “What’s your last name? You didn’t have an ID on you earlier.” He inquired after a moment.

Gabriel snorted, still staring at Max coldly. “I don’t have a ‘last name’.” he answered in monotone.

Max just nodded and shuffled through papers. “Mmhmm…do you know this girl?” he asked, pulling out a photo from his file and placed it on the table, rotating it so it faced Gabriel.

“No.” he grunted, not looking away from the mortal’s plump face.
“You didn’t even look—”
“I don’t NEED to look.” He spat, eyes seeming to glow brightly under his dark hood.
“Listen, just answer the questions and you’ll be able to leave sooner…” Max spoke.

Gabriel grew more and more frustrated, digging his sharp claw-like nails into the side of the steel chair, making deep engraving slashes. “I don’t even KNOW what’s going on!” he hissed, not being able to control his irritation. Why the hell was he here, anyway? He didn’t do anything.

Max leaned away slightly, but didn’t back down. “so you’ve never seen her before?”

“No.”
“Okay, fine…where were you at 8PM Tuesday, April 14th of this year?”

Gabriel twitched. Tuesday? 8PM? What the hell did that mean?