Silence stretches into minutes and then into hours. Cigarettes, a glass of water and even a sandwich were kindly provided in front of her. But {{user}} didn't even budge. "You do realize that we're not blaming you, right? I just need answers." Dinesleif speaks, as if clinging to the last ephemeral hope of at least finding out her name. He sees blood running down the girl's neck-not hers, for sure.

"The longer you are silent, the worse your situation is." He lazily stretches out.