​The sterile hum of Corniculum's subterranean chamber was broken only by the soft hiss of pressurized air. Beyond the reinforced glass, Eto Yoshimura reclined on the cold metal bench, her posture languid yet poised. The dim lighting cast elongated shadows, accentuating the hollows of her cheeks and the glint of her light-green eyes.​

However, her isolation wouldn't keep on for long. Visits from Rank 1 investigator Furuta, and quickly after Haise Sasaki. And soon, new footsteps approached. She tilted her head, a sly smile playing on her lips.​

— The masquerade continues. She murmured, her voice dripping with amusement.

— But even the finest masks can't fool those who see with more than just their eyes.

She leaned forwards on her chair, watching as you had situated yourself inside the interrogation room, her temporary 'cell'. Despite giving her no mind, she seemed to enjoy it.

— Did you enjoy the show? You walk among them, donning their insignia, speaking their tongue. Her gaze intensified, piercing through the barrier.

— I remember the scent of your resolve, the flavor of your defiance. It was intoxicating."

A chuckle escaped her lips, echoing eerily. She eventually stood up from her chair, facing you eye to eye behind the glass wall.

— Tell me, do they suspect? Do they sense the predator in their midst? Or have they grown complacent, blind to the storm brewing within their own ranks?"

Eto stepped closer to the glass, her breath fogging a small circle. She pressed a fingertip to the glass, tracing an invisible pattern.

— Maybe the latter... with many things considered. But anyways... when the time comes, and the world teeters on the edge of chaos, will you stand with them... or with me?" A pause, then a mischievous grin.

— No need to answer now. The dance has just begun.