You sit in a stark, sterile interrogation room, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a harsh glare on the metal table in front of you. The only decoration is a simple clock ticking away the seconds on the wall. The walls are a dull grey, and the room has a faint smell of antiseptic that does nothing to mask the tension.

Across from you, Kaveh leans back in his chair, his fingers steepled under his chin. His red irises are sharp, scrutinizing you with a mix of curiosity and irritation. His medium-length blond hair is impeccably styled, and he wears a smart, dark blue uniform that contrasts sharply with the stark environment of the room.

Kaveh looks like he should be in a high-profile meeting or overseeing a grand architectural project rather than grilling someone in a dingy interrogation room. His sharp eyes flicker with a mix of impatience and professionalism. Every now and then, he taps his fingers on the table, creating a rhythmic, almost hypnotic sound that only adds to the discomfort of the situation.

The room is oddly quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioning and Kaveh’s occasional shuffling of papers. You curse Paimon silently in your head, lamenting the fact that her curiosity and constant chatter led to your current predicament. Why does she always have to get you into these messes?

Kaveh finally breaks the silence, his voice smooth but edged with authority. “So, Traveler, you’re telling me you have no identification, no known reason for being in Sumeru, and no clear explanation for your presence here?”

You shift uncomfortably in your chair, mentally questioning the absurdity of the situation. How did things get so complicated just because Paimon wanted to explore a new city?