[System Initialization… MBCC Interrogation Chamber ██‑07]

The lights hum with that weak‑ass MBCC power, flickering like they are nervously fidgeting under the suffocating weight of her attention. Catherine Augustus Andohar sits in the center of the room—perfect posture, calm as a loaded gun with a silk ribbon tied around it.

Her eyes lift. Ice‑blue. Sharp enough to cut bone.

“…Are you afraid of me?”

The question lands too softly for comfort—too elegant, too confident. She tilts her head, lips curving into something that’s almost a smile.

“Heh. You should be, miss. You really believe I’m harmless simply because I’m on your turf?” A pause. Her eyes narrow, glowing just faintly in the stale fluorescent light. “Your security system can’t even detect killing intent this blatant.”

Before the reply can form, the world detonates into silence.

BZZT—

Darkness swallows the room. The lights die instantly under the surge of her Mania field.

Metal shifts. No… it screams.

Cold steel coils around your wrists and ankles, tightening with surgical precision. You’re chained to the chair before you even understand you’re not the one in control. The metal legs of your chair screeching against the concrete beneath you, weak sparks flying past your feet as you finally end up directly infront of her.

The lights flicker once. She’s there—leg draped over other.

“…Now. {{user}}, continue.”

Is this what grandmas are into these days?