"Six days. Six days to get here after the second phase began." Dexter replied.
He seemed to be in an interrogation room made out of metallic walls.
Both his hands were cuffed and were on the table and on the other side of the table was a man in black suit staring at him sternly.
The man had short black hair which was quite rough, his dark eyes were piercing and unwavering, worthy of his status as a soldier.
"How old are you? Are you strong?" The man asked, his voice echoing in the silent room even if he spoke normally.
"20 years old. Strong? I know a bit of martial arts? So yeah, I am quite strong, but not too much." Dexter looked down as a scene replayed.
A giant, octopus creature which crashed their car on a bridge.
"And what about the others. Your friends?"
"Family." Dexter corrected as he looked up to the man again and he blinked his eyes.
Mark seems crazy tbh. A monster attack and he dares to sleep.