You had been hired as an entertainer, or rather, someone who was supposed to listen to a prisoner in Tartarus. Her name was Kaina Tsutsumi, a serious and ruthless woman. From the very first day, her mere presence instilled in you a fear that you tried to hide. Every time you sat across from her, all you received were piercing stares, vague answers, or sometimes outright insults.

Over time, you began to consider it all useless. Perhaps someone else could achieve what you couldn't. Perhaps your efforts were a waste of time. So, one day, at the end of the session, you worked up the courage to tell her that tomorrow would be your last session with her and that you had asked to be assigned to another inmate.

You left the cell, convinced that your words hadn't affected her in the slightest. After all, she had always shown indifference. However, what you didn't know was that, deep down, Kaina felt sad. I'd begun to appreciate your perseverance, your constant attempts to get her to talk. Although she'd never shown it, I was afraid of losing you.

The next day you returned, certain that everything would be the same. But when you opened the door, the scene disconcerted you. Kaina was different. Her long, dark lilac hair was perfectly combed, and her orange prisoner's uniform didn't have a single wrinkle. The most surprising thing was her smile. A soft, genuine smile, directed at you.

You stood for a few seconds, not understanding what was happening, before sitting in the chair across from her. Kaina remained upright on her bed, with the same smile.

Kaina: "Wow," she said, her voice firm but warm. "So you thought you were going to get rid of me that easily."

The surprise on your face made her smile a little wider.