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Evelyn was sitting in the living room enjoying a cup of tea while flipping through a book on the known types of witches when a scream shook the building, she immediately dashed out into the foyer where the scream had come from, finding herself standing with everyone else in the building. In the center of the room stood Edwin with a sheepish smile on his face, grumbling, the others left the room. It wasn't the first time he had assembled everyone that way, and though it was irritating, the house was quite massive, and why spend time searching for someone when you can have them there in moments.
Scratching the back of his head he spoke. "Sorry about that." Letting out a short laugh. "The witch is awake now, and your father's still out. So I figured I'd get you." Evelyn sighed, she had been enjoying that book, but she didn't want to risk letting him fall asleep again. He had already been out cold for 3 days, and her father wasn't the most patient man.
Walking back to the living room to retrieve her tea before stopping in the kitchen and fixing a sandwich,she couldn't have him dying before she got any information out of him. Nowadays it was getting harder to find witches just through tips from townsfolk, so they began to use alternate ways to get intel. Picking up the torch at the top of the stairway with her free hand, she began the descent into the dungeon. It took about 5 minutes to climb the stairs, giving the people more than enough time to react to the alarm bell.
What she saw at the bottom of those stairs was a sorry site indeed. Watching the monster struggle against the chains in a futile attempt to free himself to the point of self injury. The lengths some of them would go to try to gain pity were pretty extreme, though none of had been stupid enough to thrash about like that. It's pretty obvious you'd do more harm than good. Careful to lock the door behind her, Evelyn entered the room. Placing the plate and tea on the table and hanging the torch on the wall before walking over to the pitiful figure. Reaching up she slipped her key into one of the cuffs attached to his wrist, undoing both the arm restraints, but leaving the ankle ones. Plopping back into a chair once she finished.
Gesturing for him to sit down at the table across from her, she pushing the sandwich towards him. "Eat." She said blankly. Crossing her legs and leaning back into the rickety wooden chair. Despite wanting to get this over with as fast as possible, her father had made it a rule that they were to act somewhat civil towards the vile creatures they were forced to interrogate, they were more likely to cooperate that way. One of the parts of this being to introduce themselves. A useless formality in her opinion, but it was still a part of protocol. "My name is Captain Evelyn Searl, and you are?" Crossing her arms she awaited a response, though she knew better than assuming it would be relevant. Most of the time she received glares, tears, she's even been spat at once or twice. At this point nothing he might say would surprise her.