New Glass Island, Red Queen District, inside the police station.
The middle-aged man, stripped down to just his shorts and tank top, yet still looking resolute, now appeared somewhat perplexed.
He sat alone in the center of a transparent glass cell, with six clear walls.
The sturdy glass had layers of silver-white complex patterns embedded within, giving it the appearance of some extremely expensive luxury good.
Under the suppression of that lustrous power, the extraordinary force within him was almost completely immobilized.
His hands were bound in front of him, held together by a silver-white hollow triangle. Four or five tentacle-like vines hung down from behind him, vertically connected to the back of his head and spine, rendering him completely paralyzed from the elbows down.
Across from him were several stern-faced Avalonians in uniform.
"—I'll ask you one more time, why did you kill him!"
