The monster who held their robes stood outside the interrogation rooms, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
'There have already been twenty criminals caught this week…' He thought while tapping his right foot against the ground impatiently, the rhythm steady and unconscious.
People had come to this Citadel stating to be Grim Reapers but it didn't take much cracking around for them to give off the truth.
A few questions… Some pressure applied in the right places AND They broke easily, confessing within minutes.
Most of them were just thieves who'd killed lone Reapers on patrol routes and stolen their equipment, Stupid criminals who thought a badge and cloak were enough to actually be a reaper.
'We should handle these ones too so that King Bael'zaroth will be very pleased with our work.' He thought, imagining the recognition that would come.
