Anan’s POV

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A particular mafia prisoner didn't want to talk. That's what I was told. 

Even with torture, his lips remained sealed. 

Threats? That was even more useless.

Getting to the interrogation room, I heard him laughing and taunting the officer.

I called the one interrogating him aside and told him not to worry that I'd surely make this bastard confess. 

The officer let me interrogate him and left to attend to something, not forgetting to shut the door. 

I was alone with this twisted fellow, but I wasn't afraid even though I had no gun. 

I didn't need it. 

I just needed to use my powers and have...