Harris's eyes glazed over for a split second, then snapped back into focus. "You sure it was that simple?"

  "I... I..." Jack stammered, scrambling for a response.

  Then the detective's eyes glazed over again for another split second, then returned to their usual sharpness.

  "Your story doesn't add up. The amount of paperwork this 'simple' incident has generated is suspicious." Harris narrowed his eyes.

  Really? What was it that doesn't add up? Jack wondered. He tried to figure out what he had done wrong.

  But he can't think of anything... and it's making him nervous.

  "I think you're lying to me, or at least not telling me everything." Harris sighed emphasizing the word 'simple'.

  Lying??? What... what did I do? He tried to recollect his memories.

  The robber showed up with a sob story of his daughter in the hospital, threatened to get the thirty two dollars and fifty two cent from the cash register, got disappointingly mad and proceeded to destroy it instead of taking the money.

  Then.. then.. he remembered the robber tried to sell him off! To the Abyss! He shuddered at the memory.

  The man was dragging him while Jack was trying to use his powers of dreams but sadly, he failed..

  Then after that.. Mister White walked in, God bless his soul, and he was punched too.. like the register... Now that I think about it, that robber is really bad!

  And right after, Jack tried using the void once again and succeeded, creating a healing potion and a metal baseball bat out of thin air! And taking it with him in the real world.. it still feels unreal to be honest..

  And then, the robber saying he is sorry and begs for the remaining potion.. Shit, he saw me using the void! I hope he doesn't get caught, or we'll both be screwed...

  Add the fact that I let you go.. Dammit. I really did something bad.

  A weary expression settled on the detective's face who was observing Jack's face and then he spoke. "I'm seeing a lot of red tape in your future, Mister Dylan, and that usually means someone is holding back."

  Jack's internal monologue screeched to a halt.

  What did he just see?

  "I… I don't know what you're talking about." he stammered.

  Harris tilted his head, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "You said it was a 'simple' robbery. But I'm seeing a form that I've never seen before, and that worries me."

  What does he mean? A form? Never seen before? Can he see my superpowers?

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  Jack gulped slightly.

  The detective gestured towards the pile of papers on his desk, and Jack noticed they fluttered slightly. "And my paperwork is telling me that you are not telling me everything."

  He's seeing paperwork? Jack thought, a mix of confusion and dread washing over him.

  "I have paperwork recognition as my superpower." Harris revealed, with a small smirk.

  "So you can't lie and hide anything from me. Tell me what you are hiding. You are nervous, your face are being obvious. Your hands are shaking. You did not succeed to hide anything"

  That's his superpower? Paperwork precognition? He tried to keep his face neutral.

  Oh, then he can't see anything about the void. It was all just about the robbery and Mister White..

  Then that's one less thing to worry about! he can feel himself slightly getting relieved.

  But since I let go of the criminal, he is being suspicious of me... maybe someone find out about that? Jack started to get nervous again.

  Will I go to jail for letting the criminal go? But it's not like I have the power to do so!

  But oh... I recently got my superpowers... But they're not enough to actually apprehend the man! I'm powerless! How can they think I could do that?

  Will I go to jail for omitting that I recently awakened? And that I had the capability to capture the criminal, but let him go instead?

  Should I say it's a useless ability?

  Jack looked around and looked at the glass window where he can see the police officers lounging at their desks. Did they catch the robber already? Or are they just taking a break?

  Nope, they are drinking coffee and having donuts. Typical.

  He tried to look for the officer last night, Olo. But he did not see him. trying to find comfort with a familiar face that he saw last night.

  Shit. I really need to avoid any suspicions. What does Harris really want for chrissakes!

  Olo said I'll just give a statement! he felt betrayed.

  That's why Jack decided to show up early at the police station in his day off.

  After his usually quite morning turned into a chaotic comedy of his pinkie toe getting stubbed and his speedy seedy neighbor slyly checking up on Jack..leaving him with a cringey message that if he needs him...

  He shakes his head at that thought.

  Jack was just lost at what he's supposed to do with his much awaited day off.. that's it!

  That's why he decided to just go to the police station to give his statement as a witness and then after, he wants to watch a movie.

  That's the correct order right? If you have a day off why not spend that to a movie theater! Why be alone?

  Right right... Jack tried to think of something, he was getting too lost in his thoughts and he was still stalking to Harris.

  .......

  Detective Harris.... he thought.

  Is it really okay to just blurt your powers out to a random person? Or is this his style of interrogation?

  But then again, he thought.

  I didn't do anything wrong, he tried to convince himself again.

  I'm just a powerless guy trying to do my job. Trying not to get eaten by invisible sheep and goats.

  Yes, I'm nervous, being obvious, and my hands are shaking. I have a lot to hide, too, especially the expired groceries I'm keeping from Mr. Hughes.

  But I have valid reasons! He's being cheap with my salary, and it was expired!

  And it's not like I took new ones!

  It was already expired... by a few days... okay, one day.

  But still! It's like my little revenge against Mr. Hughes.

  It's like... is this any different than letting that robber go? It is wrong, really?

  The detective spoke startling Jack and halting his train of thoughts.

  "According to the doctors, Mr. White had a shattered ribcage, internal bleeding, and a collapsed lung." Harris read Mister White's medical report.

  "The punch he took wasn't from some common thug—it was from a registered superpowered criminal with enhanced strength in his fist, currently on the wanted list for attempted murder."

  He leaned in, his voice lowering.

  "And yet, Mister White made a miraculous recovery overnight. The hospital ran some tests. They found traces of an unknown healing agent in his system."

  Jack's pulse pounded in his ears, but he didn't flinch. "And?"

  Harris tilted his head. "Magic-grade healing doesn't just appear out of nowhere. And it sure as hell isn't cheap. If someone gave it to him, we need to know who."