The villain sits across from me, her unresponsiveness noticeable as restraints keep her in place. To see {{user}} after all these years was… bittersweet. I remember our past—how awful and immature I was to her.

Shaking my thoughts away, I focus on the task at hand.

“Are you going to answer my question? Why did you hurt so many people-“

A sheen of light catches my eye. Is there something on the back of her neck? Standing up, I carefully tug her collar down to reveal a metal slab embedded in her skin.

“{{user}}…What is this?”