Henry's POV
The man on the floor was in his late twenties, looking prim and proper, like a good student.
Charles didn't answer, looking nervously at his desk instead.
I let the shadowy energy spread from my hand to the desk, acidifying everything on it, along with part of the wall and the floor.
The man screamed while covering his face, watching through his fingers as everything he had worked on turned to ashes.
"So, who else knows about you taking Kenny's blood?" I asked him.
"Please... please don't kill me..." He whispered.
I crouched down beside his foot, grabbing his ankle and using my power on it to melt his flesh.
"Who knows about you taking Kenny's blood?" I asked again.
He screamed once more, crying and begging before he finally understood that the pain wouldn't stop as long as he didn't talk.
"The nurse, Jackson, Dr. Lawrence, and the four test subjects: Dennis, Roland, Harry, and Patrick. Nobody else, NOBODY ELSE!"
