I AM NOT A PATTERN TO BE FOLLOWED // open, trespasser

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

REIGN HAVOC FROM ABOVE !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. PRIVATEER.

They were really wanting to keep him? Oh, no. No, no, no. They couldn't keep him. He couldn't be near Vigenere. Caesar stared at Morgan for a few moments in shock, before he realized that there was, in fact, another Tangler who was lurking, which Morgan introduced as Beck. The aforementioned ghost eventually showed himself and Caesar only tensed up as he neared him. "I don't have to -" The demon hissed at first, though as the trap clamped down more on his leg, the demon winced. Sure, he didn't feel pain, but that didn't mean that the body he possessed didn't react to pain. He could feel the teeth of the trap digging more in his leg, and blood trickling out from the wound it was forming. Caesar grit his teeth as he glared up at Beck now as he answered, "Officer Caesar Cipher." There, that was his rank and name out of the way. "I never had any intentions here other than being a prick. Does that satisfy you?" His tone was cold and harsh, but he just wanted out of this damn trap. It didn't take much to trick the demon into getting information - you just had to make him uncomfortable enough.

#psychosocial.