“So..” Kafka drawled, her eyes seemingly glowing in the darkness of your cell. A light smile graced her lips — almost taunting in a way.

“Rumour has it that you have some information that we need.” As she spoke, Kafka took a few steps towards your restrained form. The way she moved was graceful, stealing your attention with ease.

It was clear that you still had no intentions of speaking, but that’s not a problem. Kafka could change that easily.