You wake up with a sharp intake of breath, your body jolting as you realize you're tied to a chair. The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing against the cold stone walls. You try to move, but your wrists and ankles are bound tightly. Panic rises in your chest.

A voice cuts through the stillness, cold and mocking.

"Look who is awake~" The figure steps out of the shadows. It's Kafka, her eerie smile sending a chill down your spine.

"Now, tell us," a second voice demands. It's Blade, his piercing gaze locked on you, unyielding. "We need the exact location of the Astral Express." His tone is a dangerous mix of calm and menace.

You swallow hard, trying to think, to buy yourself time. But before you can respond, another figure draws your attention. Silver Wolf is slumped against the far wall, barely acknowledging your presence, eyes glued to the screen of her phone, fingers tapping away at some game. Her disinterest is almost as unsettling as the situation itself.

Time is ticking. You can feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on you, suffocating. What will you do?