>>54789366I want to be an evil team executive tortured for information by a cute female ghost specialist so badly...
I give the police jackshit and have anti-psychic training, so the League sends their interrogation expert, either a ghost Gym Leader or E4, to handle my case. Over the course of excruciating weeks I'm subjected to endless human rights violations, never physical, never any evidence left behind, but subjected to mind-melting hallucinations and horrifying visions of grief and rage and like. Every day, she pushes me into my cognitive breaking point, and retreats just before I can rest in the blissful folds of insanity. She opens glimpses into the distortion world and makes me witness the brain-burning madness therein, she crafts illusions of illness, of all-consuming, insatiable hunger, and stops me from killing myself, from biting my tongue or hitting my head to make it stop.
Every day, I break down hysterically, and I beg, and I plead to her like a child, but she says nothing, simply looks at me with empty eyes devoid of anything but contempt.
She gets progressively more aggressive, and the cocktail of sensory filth she readies for me grows worse. Crafty and cruel, she prods at my mind, learning my fears and adjusting accordingly, becoming subtler and more insidious with her mental poison. Disgusting shame, and deep grief, and uncalmable alarm, corroding my mind as we begin to walk the veil between life and death.
She stretches and shrinks my perception of time, sends me into spirals of nausea as tendrils of paranoia wrap worm themselves into my mind, dumbing down my thoughts, melting my surroundings into white noise and I all I can focus on and process, are her eyes. Those cold, indifferent eyes, staring unflinchingly into my very soul, the eyes of a woman more demon than human, of a creature not of this world, but the next.
