The current scene is a bit peculiar, with a rusty metal ceiling overhead and a row of dim lights. Right now, I'm sitting on a chair similar to an electric chair, and who knows, I might be toasted by an electric current the next second.
Lorenzo's hands were bound to the chair. Although this contraption couldn't restrain the power of a Demon Hunter and was basically decorative, Lorenzo reluctantly put it on under the strong insistence of the medical staff. As they said, they knew it was useless, but with Lorenzo wearing it, at least the medical staff felt a bit safer.
So, sometimes, humans are really fascinating creatures. Even if something is useless, as long as it adds a little sense of security, they can face these unsettling dangers.
"Mr. Lorenzo Holmes, profession: Demon Hunter, Detective..."
The nurse in a white coat stood in front of Lorenzo, her head lowered, her entire face obscured by the papers she was holding, making it impossible for Lorenzo to discern her appearance.
