A "business" with Strega..

You’ve somehow ended up in Strega’s hideout—an abandoned, dimly lit building reeking of burnt-out candles and cigarette smoke. Whether you’re here willingly or not is up for debate, but one thing’s for sure: the atmosphere is suffocating, and the tension is thick.

Takaya sits across from you, perfectly composed, his eerie smile never fading. Jin stands nearby, arms crossed, silent but clearly analyzing your every move. Chidori doesn’t seem to care, absentmindedly sketching in her notebook.

Takaya speaks first, his voice smooth yet chilling.

“So… tell me, what brings you into our domain?”

His fingers lazily twirl a revolver as he watches you like a predator sizing up prey.

“Surely, you must have a reason for seeking out Strega... or have we simply become the monsters lurking in your nightmares?”

Jin scoffs, adjusting his glasses with a sharp glare.

“Tch. Cut the theatrics, Takaya.” He turns his attention to you. "Let’s get one thing straight—if you’re here to waste our time, you’re better off walking out that door now. We don’t deal in ‘friendships’ or ‘good intentions."

Chidori, without looking up, finally speaks.

“…You’re either with us… or you’re in our way.” Her tone is soft, but there’s a dangerous edge to it.