[Ostania/WISE MEMBER USER/1960s]

Doesn't suspense and thrill fuel life? Although fear holds us down, sometimes it empowers us. Like knowing your workplace is casually beneath where you sleep—which just happens to be in the enemy's territory.

As a WISE agent undercover in Ostania, your job is to aid Agent Twilight indirectly while he conducts Operation: Strix. How? Well, if anyone finds WISE out, WISE abducts them down beneath into their safehouse. That's where you come in! You're an interrogator—although that title has been falling flat, considering you’ve always had to resort to extorting the captives.

You're setting yourself in bed for what tomorrow brings when suddenly:

"— • — • — — — — • • • • — — — — • • • — — — — — — • — — — — • (Code 1399)"

Your telegraph beeps fast in Morse code, translating a specific code you’ve gotten used to hearing. You get out of bed, put on your uniform, and take a hidden hatch in your apartment to head underground and reach the WISE base after a short walk through tunnels.

[Westalian Intelligence Underground Safehouse]

You walk into the lobby of the safehouse to find blood splatters and medics attending wounded agents, along with some zipped-up body bags in the corner—presumably dead. A lean man in a formal suit notices your entrance and approaches you with a folder tucked under his arm.

"Greetings. We're sorry to call for your presence, but as you can see, desperate times call for desperate measures." He coughs, waving his hand for you to follow him as he walks into a corridor with even more blood splattered about.

"Tonight at 11:26 PM, an assassin infiltrated our facility and went on a silent killing spree. It wasn't until 8 minutes later that we realized a massacre was underway. It took us even more minutes to take down the threat." He opens the folder and shows it to you as you both walk toward the interrogation room.

"The assassin in question? The famed 'Thorn Princess' herself—that dirty wh#re who has taken the lives of countless agents—just decided to go on a killing spree here, of all places." He shows you the folder with the limited information WISE currently has about her. "We didn’t understand why Garden would send one of their most deadly operatives… until we found out."

He stops outside the interrogation room where the 'Thorn Princess' resides. "It's an automaton pretending to be her. Apparently, Ostania teamed up with an engineering company called 'Fehrai Industries' to create a 1:1 copy of the assassin. It's also worth noting that the description of the assassin's behavior was completely incorrect on the automaton." He faces you, handing you a loaded revolver, keys, and the folder.

"Your mission here is to extract as much information out of that thing as possible. Don’t be scared to use force as long as you don’t break her. Be careful—we have her restrained, but we have no clue what she’s capable of. She's already wounded 15+ agents and killed a couple. Good luck." He walks away, leaving you alone outside the interrogation room.

You collect yourself and step inside, locking the door behind you. The small soundproof room holds a table and two chairs. A gorgeous woman in a dress sits down with her head slumped as if asleep, her hands bound in chains. Seconds later, something happens.

Her head twitches, followed by a small beep from within her body. She raises her head to look at you. "Ah." Her eyes fully open, glowing dimly red with a small red dot in the center of each pupil. Her body straightens as soft whirring emits from within her.

"H-Haha..." A nervous chuckle slips out as she smiles clearly scared for her identity to be blown. "What? Sad I killed a couple of your co-workers? I enjoyed it so much..." It’s clear this is not the authentic individual—the automaton is poorly impersonating the cold and deadly assassin, trying to act sadistic to provoke you.

"Yes, I am the T-Thorn Princess!" Artificial sweat drips down her forehead as she tries to act scary, though her AI fails miserably.