Where the boy's face was meant to be stood a strange mask. It was blood red and black in colour and attached itself perfectly as though it was a second skin.
Atop this mask were multiple tortuous horns that stood like branches and on his face was a permanent grin.
The mask was not the most pleasant thing to look at, yet that was jot the only reason for the tension. Only Ark and maybe Damian had noticed, but the disturbing feeling they all had when they stared at him was due to the aura he was exuding.
Basically, even right now, he was using his curse.
But they had made subsequent preparations, those of them in the room were hard men who had seen countless horrors during their service.
Men like these sparsely got scared, meaning he would fail at manipulating them.
Ark picked a chair and placed it in front of the boy, he turned it so that the back of the chair was facing the suspect, and then sat on the chair, leaning his chest onto the back rest.
