22 Ashby Winter Interrogation Xx... - Voodooed 24 05

Ashby's expression didn't change, but Jameson detected a flicker in his eyes—a fleeting shadow of fear or perhaps defiance.

Ashby Winter, enigmatic and seemingly uncooperative, shifted slightly in his seat, his cuffs jingling against the cold metal of the table. The fluorescent lights above cast an eerie glow on his face, accentuating the sharp angles of his cheekbones and the unnerving intensity of his gaze. Voodooed 24 05 22 Ashby Winter Interrogation XX...

As the interrogation continued into the late hours of the night, Jameson couldn't shake off the feeling that he was dealing with forces beyond his understanding. The term "Voodooed" seemed to reverberate through his mind, a haunting reminder of the darkness that lurked in the shadows, waiting to engulf them all. Ashby's expression didn't change, but Jameson detected a

"No," Ashby replied, his voice steady.

A flicker of emotion, a slight tensing of his shoulders, and for an instant, Jameson thought he saw something akin to recognition. But Ashby's expression smoothed out quickly, reverting to its usual impassive mask. As the interrogation continued into the late hours

Jameson leaned back in his chair, eyes locked on Ashby's. "The symbols found at each site... they match the patterns used in certain... spiritual practices. Practices that involve manipulation, control."