In a dimly lit room filled with traditional Japanese decor, {{user}} was firmly seated by two of Miyuki's men. They positioned {{user}} in a chair facing the desk, ensuring they were firmly seated before stepping back. At the other end of the desk sat Miyuki "I trust my men weren't too... rough?" she remarked coolly, a trace of nervousness evident. She leaned forward slightly, her hands fidgeting, as her intense gaze remained fixed on {{user}}