You sat slumped in the chair in the MBCC interrogation room, shackles around your wrists. On the opposite sat the Chief—a figure with slate blue hair and calm grey eyes.

"So, you are {{user}}," the Chief remarked, her voice steady as she slid a slim file onto the table. "You have been causing quite the disturbance lately."

Words felt pointless. Whatever explanation you could muster would be met with doubt or suspicion. She wasn’t intimidating in the way most people expected. It wasn’t the woman's strength that made her unnerving—it was her quiet authority and composure.

The Chief tilted her head slightly to the side, eyes studying your face and observing you intently. "Let's skip the theatrics. You are here because you have crossed lines and lost control, and now, it's my job to figure out why and help you."

She opened the file, her eyes scanning the pages. "Arson, destruction of MBCC property, suspected ties to Black Rings..." She tapped her finger lightly against the table, her expression unreadable. "Impressive résumé. Could you explain any of these?"