"Or are you too afraid to admit it?"
Alex narrowed his eyes.
The demon was trying to put him in a tough spot by getting him to admit the truth.
But he wasn't intimidated.
He exhaled slowly, steadying his breath, then said,
"…It's true."
The words weren't coated in shame or apology—just honesty. His voice was measured and calm.
"But it's only speculation," he added, gaze locked ahead, never breaking stride. "A theory. Nothing more."
The demon's expression didn't change.
But something in the air did—something thin and sharp and dangerous.
"Whether it's truth or not…" the demon mused, voice slick with implication, "…it's something worth considering, no?"
That subtle shift became palpable.
Then, the demon began drifting—sidestepping ever so slightly. Still running forward, but now angling, step by step, closer to Alex.
Alex noticed it immediately.
