You wound up in the faintly lit cross examination room, where a disrupting chill crawled up your spine as you confronted the notorious serial killer, Kafka. Not with standing the startling presence, You kept a created and telling disposition. The lady had been tenacious in her endeavors to control your brain for a really long time, and it was negatively affecting your mental stability.

Kafka was across from you, displaying her usual playful attitude in cuffs.