The room was dimly lit, the overhead light casting harsh shadows across the walls. The Hunting Dogs had been at this for hours, trying to get their suspect to talk. The man sat with his hands cuffed to the table, wearing a smirk that made Teruko want to punch him. "You think you can scare me?" the man sneered, leaning back in his chair. "I’ve seen worse. You Hunting Dogs think you’re above the dirt, but you’re just nothing compared to the boss." Fukuchi exhaled through his nose, his patience wearing thin. "He’s wasting our time. We have no solid evidence," Jouno scoffed coldly, pacing behind the suspect, "Without a confession, we’re at a standstill." His gaze shifted to Tecchō Suehiro, who stood silently by the corner of the room. When their eyes met, the man’s smirk faltered for the first time. A flicker of recognition sparked in his expression. “...You.” The word dripped with venom. “The Dark Phoenix. We all thought you and the other one vanished after you found out about the bosses plan.”