"How exactly did you possess him? Was it because of fear? Can you get riled up again?" Kant tried to find a solution, pacing back and forth.
Hale's expression shifted from confusion to a hint of a teasing smirk. "How about Ouija board?"
Gabriel's suggestion was met with a deadpan stare from Kant. "Very funny," he muttered, running a hand through his hair.
The situation just kept spiraling, and Kant's patience was wearing thin. "How the hell do we fix this? If we drag it out, Hale's body will die and all of this will go to waste."
"You know, I'm really starting to think this whole thing is getting out of hand," Gabriel murmured.
"Yeah? You think?" Kant shot back, his sarcasm sharp.
A sudden chill shot through the room like a ripple on still water, causing both of them to pause.
"What..."
A shiver ran through the possessed cult leader's body. Gabriel's eyes widened in surprise as the skin on Hale's face tightened, and he felt a strange pulling sensation from within.
