Chapter 202

• Third person pov
• Sebastian sat across the table, elbows resting lightly on the cool metal surface, his fingers laced together in front of him. His dark eyes were fixed on Seymour, who sat with his shoulders hunched and his gaze fixed somewhere on the floor. The dim light of the interrogation room did little to soften the tense atmosphere — the walls seemed to press in, the air felt heavier than usual, and the faint hum of the overhead light was almost unnerving.
• “Alright,” Sebastian began, his tone calm but edged with steel. “We’ve been at this for two hours, Seymour. You’ve told me bits and pieces, but now I need the full story. No edits, no pauses, no drama. Just truth.”