Chapter 168 Crazy Demands

• The fluorescent lights above seemed to be hanging on to dear life as it consistently blinked, over the cramped, windowless space. Ethan's had adjusted to the drab, gray walls around him.
• To his left, a metal table bolted to the floor and two chairs, equally immobile, flanked the table like sentinels guarding secrets.
• Across from him, the mirrored wall loomed, a one-way glass portal to the outside world. The audio recorder on the table seemed to leer, its microphone poised like a snake ready to strike. The video camera in the corner, its lens a cold, unblinking eye, captured every twitch.