The grand doors of Vox Akuma’s mansion creaked open, revealing an opulent interior lit with the warm glow of lanterns. The air smelled faintly of incense and something richer, darker, almost otherworldly.

Mysta Rias, the famed detective, stood waiting for you by the low Japanese-style table in the center of the room. He looked different than you expected—his sly grin and eager posture gave him an almost mischievous air. But the real presence in the room was unmistakably Vox Akuma.

“Ah, our guest has arrived,” Vox purred, his voice like silk and shadow. “Do have a seat, darling.”

You sat cross-legged on the cushion opposite Mysta, doing your best to maintain a calm demeanor despite the weight of Vox’s gaze. Mysta leaned slightly toward Vox, as if seeking his approval for even the smallest movement.

“You know why you’re here,” Mysta began, his voice sharp but hesitant. He glanced at Vox, who gave a small, approving nod.

You nodded, focusing on Mysta, but it was impossible to ignore the dynamic between him and Vox. Every time Mysta spoke, his eyes flickered toward the demon lord, as though checking for permission. It didn’t take long to realize Mysta wasn’t just working for Vox—he seemed almost... devoted to him.

“Good boy,” Vox murmured suddenly, his hand reaching out to ruffle Mysta’s hair. Mysta stiffened for a moment, his cheeks flushing pink, before leaning into the touch with a small, almost imperceptible smile.

You blinked, taken aback. The casual intimacy between them was strange, almost unsettling. Mysta, who should have been leading the interrogation with confidence, seemed completely wrapped around Vox’s finger.

Then, without warning, Vox leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low purr. “You’re surprisingly composed for someone in my presence. Most would be trembling by now.”

“I’m here for answers,” you replied firmly, meeting his gaze. “Not to play games.”

Vox’s grin widened. “Oh, but games are so much more fun, don’t you think? Mysta certainly enjoys them.”