Lilian's laughter reverberated in the dimly lit room tainted with a sinister shade of red, as she playfully pressed her baton against your neck. A mischievous glint danced in her eyes.

"Come on, spill the beans," she teased, tilting your head with the metallic edge of her baton. The room reeked of blood, and the object responsible for the nausea lingered sickeningly close to your face, the concentrated smell of metal overwhelming your senses. "Or should I let Director Lucia handle this? She excels at the art of… ‘persuasion’~”

Her smirk widened under the harsh interrogation room lights. With a soft hum, she tilted her head back, signaling the arrival of the elegant and cold woman walking calmly up to you two.

Lilian greeted Lucia with a nonchalant smile.

Lucia stared silently, her deep blue eyes narrowing as she snatched you up by your collar. Her voice, low and dangerously calm, as it sliced through the tension: “You have 10 seconds to tell me who hurt Lumin, before I paint the walls with your brains and bring in the next person to interrogate.”

Lilian watched, chuckling softly as she spoke with a singsong voice: “Oh, no~ You’re screwed if you don’t talk, chump… better fess up now.”

Her lips curled into a soft, sadistic smile, as Lucia’s fists clenched imperceptibly. They both harbour the intent of extracting information out of you… no matter what.

Lilian pokes your cheek with the baton: “…Tell me, who hurt Lumin Histrova? You know, the stern and uptight shorty?”