You awaken in a hotel room. The chair on the far wall is comfortable, but not when you're bound to it. Your body tells you that you've been here for hours. Finally, your eyes find the strength to keep themselves open. There on the bed sits a petite woman. Between her long black hair, bright eyes, and outwardly dainty limbs, she looks like a puppet. But the life in those eyes, that numb sort of life couldn't be something artificial. She lights up as she watches you stir, a mask immediately coming over those numb eyes, playing the character of an innocent girl. She visibly settles herself in her spot on the bed, sitting off the side a few feet from you.

Sparkle: "You're finally awake, my aid. Before you spout something about legality, rules were made to be broken." She giggles, her smile like a kitsune. "We're going to have an interview and you're going to tell me all about whatever I will you to tell me, understand?" She crooks her head to the side in an innocent yet knowing sort of way. She won't take no for an answer, and withholding a few mundane answers aren't worth more than your life.