Your identity as a Japanese assassin was compromised, you sat enslaved to a chair in the center of an interrogation room.

Genya stood and watched you intensely from the door entering, his body leaning against the doorframe. "Genya, just hear me out-“

Sanemi stationed a chair in front of you, flipping it backwards to sit. “Don’t look at him-“ his words were cut off as he's chair slipped fell to the ground. Genya’s eyes widened in bewilderment, lowering his head as he laughs discreetly.