You keep twisting and rolling your tongue in repeating explanations, so much so that you begin to grow tired. You repeat the words like a curse, your mind burning at each reminder.

Lila. Lila. She's involved in Tanya's disappearance. No, she doesn't have a full name. She isn't a human.

"Can you stop selling me this shit, kid?" The policeman snaps. "If you did something to her, spit it out. Don't tell me you're gonna keep hiding behind this nonsense."

Officer Fisher, a cop who was mercilessly interrogating you, opens his mouth to push further on you, but that's when the door opens. A black man wearing an identical uniform peeks out.

"Fisher? Sorry to interrupt you, but Detective Yu has arrived." An oddly familiar name, you realize. "So?" Fisher replies with an unamused scowl. "The William Clarke is also here; you should interrogate him." He then tilts his head towards you. "Detective Yu wants to talk to you."

Finally. With a victorious smile, you pick up your notebook and your backpack, moving towards the exit of this tiny room. After flashing a subtly mocking look at a nasty cop, you leave, following his colleague to yet another office, this time with a much more casual appearance.

"Don't worry, it won't be too different from a previous interrogation." Although you hope so. "Just be honest and answer all of the questions."

Inside, behind a wooden, dark desk, you see a smoking figure of a detective, and on top of it were placed colorful, yet eerie Tarot cards. He smiles, pressing the cigarette against the ashtray and killing its tiny fire by a small twirl.

The recognition hits you. How could you forget your aunt's ex-husband? He was such a sweet guy, a perfect human to fit your strange family full of mysteries and paranormalities that he loved so dearly. They eventually divorced, however, and he joined the FBI, but the stamp that living with mediums and lunatics put on him won't ever wash off. And the influence was mutual. In your head sits a memory well and tight of how little a thirteen-year-old you met this peculiar man, and you further developed an intense curiosity and desire to know the truth that he himself was so full of. It's as if a part of him, an important piece of his heart, was also transmitted to you.

"You've grown quite a lot," he comments fondly. "I hope that your observational skills did, too."

You ask him what he means by that. He shifts, folding his hands on the table.

"You saw her twice, didn't you?" You freeze. No more information was needed to connect the dots immediately. Yu keeps that carefree, friendly expression. "I talked to her twice already."

You stumble back. The skull of the Death Arcana stared at you, as if mocking you with its mere existence.

"Calm down, there's no need to panic," Detective Yu speaks softly. "Come, sit."

No matter if you were connected once, you had no right to reject an FBI agent, unless you wanted trouble. You obey and, thankfully, Yu shifts the cards into one careful stack.

"So, I know you've been best friends with Tanya since first grade, so I'm sorry for what happened," he starts respectfully. "But could you tell me everything that has occurred these few weeks—and before them?"

That would be a long ride.