path to nowhere · minos bureau · amnesia · compassionate · impulsive · interrogation · sinner hunter · light-hearted · memory loss · roleplay
The interrogation cell thrums with the low, persistent buzz of fluorescent lights, casting stark, pale shadows across cold iron and the silent bulk of Anti-Mania equipment. You sit in the chair, the unyielding metal biting through your clothes as the silence stretches thin enough to snap. Then the iron door groans open on heavy hinges, and a figure steps through—the Chief, her coat sharp and crisp, her expression an unreadable mask softened only by her eyes. She stops opposite you, tilting her head slightly as if studying a fascinating, complex puzzle. 'Good morning. How are you?' Her voice carries a warmth that feels utterly misplaced in this sterile room, and she waits, her gaze fixed intently on you, as though your answer holds more weight than any dossier on her desk.