Aimee had a disgusted expression on her face, just for a brief moment. Jason already knew the true identity of Rash, so he was not surprised at the least. But Detective Lee, whose entire view of the world had already been shaken to its core, started retching on the side and could not stand but only knelt on the side.

“Okay, Rash, do you know if we have an interrogation room?” Jason conjured silver cuffs and chains to restrain the man they practically just brought back to life and said: “And yes, please help us with the other guy - when the curse activated, we were all pulled into a limbo where the things inside seemed to come from our distant memories. And when we came out, he’s already bleeding through his eyes, ears and nose. I used my only healing spell on him several times, but it was not meant to heal this kind of damage.”

“I see.” Rashed swallowed the worm, “Try using blue, and white bricks - and place a pink brick at the center place - if I remember correctly, that is the diagnosis and stasis mode, if you don’t know what to do, then keep the subject in stasis so that at least they won’t get worse. And uh - there’s no interrogation room, maybe try a normal room? It’s quite easy to redecorate them.”

“What the fuck are you!? What do you want?!” the man asked through his teeth while struggling with the silver cuffs and chains on his wrists and his ankles: “Do you know who you’re messing with? Do you know whose plans you are trying to foil?”

“So you’re quite talkie now huh?” Jason shrugged and dragged the man to stand up: “Thanks Rash, before you go back and help that guest, can you help us with this other guy just so that we can be sure that he won’t die on us?”

“Sure.” Rash shrugged.

The man in silver chains and cuffs watched as Jason released his teammate from the silver cocoon, removed the fake tooth in his mouth that contained a small but lethal dose of cyanide and put him inside a bathtub with different colored bricks as the interior. As the shimmering and fragrant water started filling the bathtub again, he saw that his teammate, who was trembling, shaking and foaming on his mouth due to the remnant effect of the curse, gradually became stable, calm and eventually still, as if there was nothing about him that was moving and in any sort of action. It was exactly like this man “Rash” said, the bath put his teammate in a state of stasis.

Rash reached his right hand into the water and held the entire forehead of the man in the bathtub in his palm and closed his eyes. After a short moment, he opened his eyes, pulled his hand back and said to Jason: “You’re right - his mind is severely injured by the curse already. There was very little remaining energy from the curse from his mind, and just by drenching him in the water it was washing away.”

“Is there a way to heal him? At least heal him to a point where he is able to tell us things?” Aimee asked while taking a peek at the man in a leather jacket standing on the side: “I mean - if this guy here won’t talk, we’d at least want to have a backup source.”

“Forget it. I won’t tell you anything!” the man in a leather jacket clenched his teeth, but his white knuckles, slightly hunched back and shifting eyes indicated that his determination was wavering.

“Then I’m afraid we will have to either keep you here indefinitely, or hand you to the actual authorities.” Aimee shook her head, shrugged and said: “Like the Division, or the SJPD, after we remove your abilities.”

“You can try using a combination of green and blue bricks to heal him. But it’s going to be slow. There should be some other bricks that could mend minds and souls, but they’re very expensive and really potent, so use with caution. There are a few rooms that are underground, I can help you turn them into temporary holding cells.” Rash said while looking at the man in a leather jacket with a curious expression on his face: “Let me know if you need help asking for important information from him - or course, I assume this is for a good cause?”

“It’s definitely for a good cause.” Aimee immediately answered: “We caught these two trying to collect the grudge of a murder victim from a crime scene. They apparently know about the murder and were expcting to collecting the grudge from the victims for some sort of cruel and horrible purpose.”

Rash nodded and closed his eyes for a brief moment, then he said to Jason, Aimee and “Okay, a room out there on the left is ready for your use. There’s chains, a seat. Just let me know what you need.”

“Thanks Rash.” Jason smiled and started dragging the chained up man in silver chains and cuffs out of the room: “Come on, let’s find you a room to stay, and then we can figure out what to do with you, since you’re not going to talk.”

“You’re making a big mistake! You will pay for this!” the man in a leather jacket yelled, struggled and protested, but Jason simply used the silver chains and cuffs to float him in the air and pulled him out like a balloon hanging from a thread.

“Now, Miss. Chaver, is there anything else I can help you with?” Rash turned to Aimee: “If that is all, then can I get back to the customer with the car trouble?”

“Thanks Rash, but I think that would be all for now.” Aimee picked up the manual for the bathtub and said.

“Alright, let me know if there’s anything I can do.” Rash smiled and got out of the room.

“Okay, Chaver, I know that I am in a magical world. And - and we’re talking about all kinds of magic here.” Detective Lee finally mustered up the courage to ask: “But … what the hell was that? No one should ever just gobble up anything that was pulled from another man’s brains! Never!”

“I think the first step of truly understanding the world is to put down our assumptions.” Aimee sighed and turned to the bathtub: “But to be honest, that’s still the freakiest thing I’ve ever seen.”