Resisting the urge to chew out a few TOPs members for the filthy looks they were liberally throwing at her, Promeia fixed her eyes directly ahead at the door whilst she made sure her restrained hands — and fashionable cloak — were up to Krampus code. The Boss may not be as much a stickler for protocol as she was considering their choice of weapon was a whip, but Promeia believed that if you were in Krampus, you had to look like you were in Krampus. As a result — her favourite cuffs had been around her wrists for many years.

Her mind went back to the revelation in her pristine office. Confessing your secrets to Krampus had filled her with a strange curiosity around a case where you had blood relationship with some TOPs members, and now-dissolved-Exaltists, a sense of intriguement she had not felt since she could remember during her time as an Executioner. The Boss was right in that she should take a chance and trust you with your confession in this case, and you had earnestly rewarded her with valuable information of your own inside her office room — that this was only just the beginning.

Sacrifices, a convergence of countless logics, surrounded by a magnetic field graph and its etheric matter. Scared to put a foot wrong in case you were exposed. Promethia tapped the button behind her, and the door promptly opened and shut. You glanced around the office room, frowning in curiosity as the lighting instantly changed; the natural light pouring in through the frosted windows was exiled by the windows filling themselves with an opaque dark grey, leaving only the bright artificial light from the ceiling to illuminate the room. Promeia gave her office the visual once over with scrutinising and alert eyes until she was content with its state.

“Fascinating confession. I assume that this information is linked back to Old Eridu?” she said quietly, her posture relaxing a visible margin. You nodded, and looked directly at her. She found herself surprised by the certainty in your eyes — which was adequately ignored by her, “If it wasn’t clear, I am an Executioner of Krampus. Anyone who breaks the rules in TOPs will be dealt with.”

The ominous quality to her voice made your heart send a trickle of worry throughout your chest. “There’s a chance you won’t like the yapping, so you can always tap below and change to the next paragraph,” she said, leaving the last word as a silent opening for you to do so.