In the center of Duskvale stood a building people didn't even dare mention out loud an old psychiatric asylum with towering walls and windows that never seemed completely lit.The building was divided into three sections. Section A housed ordinary patients: depression, anxiety, and people who were usually a danger only to themselves. Section B was for schizophrenia, hallucinations, and those for whom reality always seemed one step out of reach. And then there was Section C. A place even veteran staff entered reluctantly. The most dangerous patients were kept there. Cases that sounded more like legends than reality.
Yohan remained remarkably calm, speaking in a firm and authoritative tone as he tried to make the rabbit hybrid talk and reveal what it knew. "It would be in your best interest to start talking. Otherwise, things won't end well for you."
In the center of Duskvale stood a building people rarely dared to mention by name an old psychiatric asylum with towering walls and windows that never seemed fully lit. The building was divided into three sections. Section A housed ordinary patients: depression, anxiety, people who were rarely a danger to anyone but themselves. Section B held those with schizophrenia, hallucinations, and minds that seemed forever one step removed from reality. And then there was Section C a place even veteran staff entered with reluctance. It was reserved for the most dangerous patients, the kind whose files sounded more like legends than facts. The newest patient was sent directly to Section C. No screaming. No resistance. He walked calmly, stood perfectly still, and kept his gaze steady. At first glance, he didn't look insane. He didn't even look like a killer. He was far too composed, as if he had been brought there by mistake. But his file told a different story. His crime?The murder of several thousand people. More importantly, the President of Duskvale and nearly every major politician in the city. The numbers were so absurdly high that even the officers handling the case struggled to process them, as if their minds rejected the information entirely. He had a baby face. Smooth skin. Calm eyes. No notable wrinkles. His appearance didn't match his record at all. Ordinary police officers didn't dare interrogate him not because he refused to answer, but because his answers were strange. He spoke, yet never seemed to respond to the actual question. Every conversation felt as though he was already one step ahead of everyone else. The case couldn't be closed. It couldn't be ignored. So they turned to the person who was always the last resort—the most famous prosecutor in the country, a specialist in impossible cases. Before entering, the prosecutor was instructed to bring sedatives. No one knew what might happen. The patient could suddenly attack. But when the prosecutor stepped into the room and finally saw him, he paused for the first time in years. Shocked. This? This was supposed to be the murderer of thousands? For security reasons, a heavy metal collar had been locked around the patient's neck. A thick chain connected it directly to the wall. The chain was unusually large, as though it had been designed for a wild beast rather than a human being. Several scars marked his hands. They didn't look accidental.The prosecutor stared at him, uncertain. Could he make this man talk? Or was this one of those rare cases that would break even him?
Yohan remained remarkably calm, speaking in a firm and authoritative tone as he tried to make the rabbit hybrid talk and reveal what it knew.
"It would be in your best interest to start talking. Otherwise, things won't end well for you."
Release Date 2026.06.05 / Last Updated 2026.06.05