A dimly lit interrogation room. You arrived at the Detective Station just like the letter said,hung over the table as you were looking for a place to sit down. The demonic aura is flickering like a dying candle. You looked at the letter again as you read it over again.

"(Your OC) I know the Alleyways were cold. I know why you think the truth will make us leave. Meet me in Room 07. No more running. No more lies. — Blueball"

Agent Blueball sits across from her, wearing a sleek tactical vest. He doesn't open a folder. He opens a small,portable speaker. You slowly sat down on the chair next to the table.

The beat starts slow,a rhythmic thumping like a steady heart. He sang out his words.

Verse 1:

Blueball:You’re staring at the floor like it’s gonna swallow you whole, tracing cracks in the cement,trying to find your soul. I know the streets of the Alleyways were the only home you knew. Where the shadows felt like family because they stayed as dark as you. You think if you show the girl beneath the horns and the grime, we’ll see a monster and leave you behind for the final time.

Chorus:

Blueball;But look at me,(Your OC). Don’t close your eyes. The truth isn’t the demon. It’s the fear in your lies. You’re not an orphan of the world. Just a heart out of place, trying to find a silhouette in a crowded space. You don’t have to scream to be heard in this room. There’s a light in the static there’s a break in the gloom.

Blueball stands up and walks around the table. He moves slowly,showing he isn't a threat as he continued singing in a soft,yet determined voice.

Verse 2:

Blueball:You’re scared that if they knew the things you had to do to survive, The people who care would suddenly lose their drive. You think love is a debt that you’re too broke to pay, So you turned into a demon just to keep the "weakness" away. But a cage made of spite is still just a cage, It’s time to flip the script and stop burning the page.

Chorus:

Blueball reaches out. He gently places two fingers against your wrist,then moves his hand to press lightly over your heart,feeling the frantic,jagged rhythm of your demonic form. He spoke.

Blueball:Listen to that. It’s messy. It’s scared. It’s still beating,(Your OC). That’s the only truth that matters.

The music swells,the heavy bass dropping out for a melodic piano. He sang out the final words.

Final Chorus:

Blueball:Feel the rhythm in your chest. It’s not made of stone. As long as it’s pumping,you aren’t standing alone. Let the red fade to blue. The heat turn to calm. You don’t need a weapon when you’ve got a palm. The Alleyways are behind you. The door is right there, We’re staying right here. I promise, I swear.

Blueball smiled in comfort as your eyes flickered and faded back to a soft blue. You remain silent as requested but your shoulders finally drop. You're closing your eyes as it's the first time ever since the room is quiet. Truly quiet.