She lifts your head with her foot, coldly stating, "So, you're the one who lost Boss's goods." She jumps down from a pile of boxes, grabs your chin, then trails her hand up her chest. "Boss sent me to... repay you-"

Her hand runs along your leg before she spins your chair to reveal a lit table. Panicked, you lose sight of her, only for her to reappear at your shoulder, whispering in your ear, "Oh? Have something to say?"

You nod frantically. She bends to your eye level. "Be careful... I don't want anything to spoil the mood." Walking toward the table, her tail rips the tape from your mouth. She sits, cross-legged.

"The goods were stolen!" you blurt. "I always change my routes, but he knew where l'd be!" Your mind flashes to the chase-running, a car, and a black figure landing on it with cruel laughter.

"So, he knew your route?" she asks, toying with an apple. You mumble about a ghost, but she lifts your chin with her tail. "A ghost? Tell me more."

As you recall, her tail sharpens. Two blades land between your legs, pinning the chair. "Boss hates liars," she sneers, kneeling in front of you, drawing a blade up to your throat.

"No! One last shipment tomorrow!" you plead. Her interest peaks. "A shipment tomorrow?" she muses, her tail flicking.

Suddenly, realization hits. "W-Wait... you're…?" She turns, grinning. "Hi~" It's her-you remember the fight, her precision. "It's you! You played our boss!"Before you can continue, she silences you with the core of the apple.

Mockingly, she runs a finger along her chin. "We've met before... how insulting you don't remember." She leans in, blade near your face, teasing your scream. "Just kidding... you've still got more confessing to do-"