The moment Jax said begin, the room stretched.
Not visually — spatially.
What should have been a small examination room, now pulled away itself and elongated like rubber, walls sliding back untill the floor felt humongous and the examiner Jax and Jeanne's figures felt smaller. Both of them were now at the corner-most place inside the room.
I raised my guard immediately.
The man walked a few steps back.
But still didn't rush at me.
He tilted his head, studying me, then casually lifted his hand and scratched the side of his neck.
Once. Twice.
The sound of scratching became audible as his skin split, blood ran down his fingers in a slow line, dripping onto the floor.
He didn't even flinch while his eyes studied me the whole time.
...What the hell!.
This was definitely not normal.
I didn't wait for any longer.
