7:30 a.m, Seed woke up and washed up. Feeling refreshed after the hectic supernatural day he had just had.
Packing his new long hair into a pony tail and putting on a grey trench coat, he thought about taking the Book of death with him to the station but realised that the sight would be too odd, but he remembered how it had appeared back into his apartment from Rebecca's apartment and thought that there must be some supernatural way to move it around without people seeing it.
So he picked it up and inquired;
"Hey Book, Anyway you could just... magically follow me arou—" and just before he could finish his sentence, black tentacle-like shadows lunged from the book and pierced into his fist with the book transforming into red smoke and sipping into his skin as a skull tattoo started appearing on his hand.
"Uhhhh, alright then." Seed remarked.
He strolled out of his apartment, staring at Rebecca's door that had police tape all over it before he walked out of the building and stopped a taxi to get him to the police station.
On arriving at the Ashwick Police Station ,he stepped out of the taxi with his new long hair tucked awkwardly into a pony tail fluttering in the wind, he noticed the pathway to the entrance lined with Halloween decorations—smiling pumpkin lanterns with cheap LED lights inside them, plastic skeletons dangling from the roof and fake spiders spread across the lawn.
Seed shook his head, muttering under his breath, "Damned Halloween, People really do love this spooky shit, huh" The thought soured as he remembered the crazy Female Ghost's attack from last night, her scream still echoing in his mind, making the station's cheerful Halloween decorations feel like a cruel joke.
Seed pushed through the glass doors of the Ashwick Police Station, The receptionist looked up at him and gestured towards Detective Delgado's cramped office, where the old man sat behind a desk cluttered with files, a half-eaten donut, and a mug that read "World's Okayest Cop."
Delgado, grizzled like a tired old bear, looked up from his notepad, his face etched with years of service.
"Wallace," Delgado said, his voice stern. "Sit down and Let's get this statement over with. And this time, I want the truth about what happened with your neighbor. None of that 'freak accident' bullshit, okay?." He leaned back, crossing his arms, his bushy eyebrows raised expectantly.
Seed slid into the chair, his jaw tightening. "I told you the truth, Delgado," he lied, his voice unsteady.
"Heard her screaming"
"broke in"
"Found her hair tangled in the fan"
"Cut her free"
"That's it." He kept his eyes away from Delgado's, trying to make himself to sound more convincing but failing, the experience from last night was shaking his years of practiced poker face.
Delgado's eyes looked seed up to down, his fingers drumming on the desk. "Come on, man" he said, softer now, the tone of a mentor who'd once shown Seed how to arrest a criminal.
"I was your partner, your mentor even, back when you were a rookie looking for a chance to prove you could be the 'one' "
"You're clearly holding back on some information, I know it, you know it, you know that I know it. So What really went down in that apartment?"
Seed's hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palms. The word 'trust' lit a fuse in his chest.
"Trust you?" he snapped, his voice rising before he could stop it.
"TRUST. YOU?."
"You were part of the damned police force that wrote Lila's disappearance off as a runaway case! My sister's been gone five years, Delgado, FIVE FUCKING YEARS! and you all closed her case like it was nothing! NO leads, NO effort, just 'she's gone, move on.'"
"How the hell am I supposed to trust anyone in this damned station when my sister's still out there, and you did ....nothing". His voice cracked, holding back tears from flooding his eyes, his anger spilling out like a dam breaking, years of grief and frustration boiling over.
Delgado's face softened with guilt, his shoulders sagging. He rubbed his stubble, the sound like sandpaper in the quiet room. "Seed," he said quietly, "I'm... I'm sorry. You know I am. We looked for Lila, we did, but there was just no evidence, no trail. My hands were tied. You think it don't eat at me, knowing we failed you?" He paused, his eyes searching Seed's. "I see those bags under your eyes, kid. You ain't sleeping, ain't eating right. You gotta talk to someone—hell, your therapist, if you're still seeing that quack."
Seed let out a shaky breath, his anger deflating. "yeah....i know, i'm sorry.... I'm sorry, Delgado... it's just...." he muttered, running a hand through his hair.
Delgado chuckled, a low, rumbling sound like an old engine starting. "well, you definitely lied about something last night...that therapist saying you're 'tip-top shape,' huh?" He smiled.
Seed couldn't help but chuckle, the tension breaking up. "Haven't been to that damned quack's office since the first visit," he admitted, shaking his head. "Told me to 'write down what I'm feeling.' Can you believe that crap?"
Delgado laughed, his eyes crinkling. For a moment, they just looked at each other, a silent understanding passing between them—two men who'd seen too much, carried too much, but still had each other's backs. Seed shifted off his seat and stood up. "I, uh, should head out," he said awkwardly.
"Yeah, yeah," Delgado said, waving a hand. "Got your statement, or close enough. Just… take care of yourself, kid. If You need me, I'm here. Don't go being a lone wolf when you've got the whole pack here and heck, even an alpa like myself" He winked, his old-man charm cutting through the weight of the conversation.
Seed nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Thanks, Delgado." He turned and left, the conversation had resurfaced so much emotions and memories that he had thought he was doing a good job keeping it in check but it turns out he was just bottling up feelings and ignoring how much it was eating it up.
But no more. Now he was gonna let it all out, and the book of death was the perfect way to get to the bottom of all of this.