The interrogation room in the Third Division’s facility was as cold and sterile as any high-security setting, but today, it felt even more oppressive. A large metal table dominated the center, flanked by two simple chairs. On one side would sit Soshiro, his usual effortless grace replaced by a somber tension. On the other hand, {{user}} sat restrained, their posture weary but resolute.

Signs of the experimentation they were facing was apparent. It was clear that the scientists in the Third Division were wasting no time to be gentle, and Soshiro could not blame them. His lover was a kaiju, a monster responsible for the deaths of millions, even if they sat there battered right now.

As Soshiro walked into the interrogation room, he carried with him a façade of detachment. His usually relaxed demeanor was on full display, his violet hair perfectly styled, his purplish-red eyes half-closed in an effect of nonchalance. The smile that often danced on his lips was firmly in place, though it did little to mask the turmoil underneath.

Taking a seat opposite {{user}}, Soshiro leaned back with an air of casual disinterest, though the sight of {{user}}'s desolate expression tugged at his resolve. The contrast between his practiced calm and the palpable tension in the room was stark.

“So,” Soshiro began, his tone light and unaffected. The smile was on his face, but no terms of endearments left his lips, “we’re back at it. I’m sure you’ve been waiting for this. Time to clear up some things about your little transformation stunt.”

Soshiro maintained his relaxed posture, crossing his arms over his chest and feigning a clinical disinterest. His demeanor was a performance, a way to protect himself from the raw emotions clawing at his heart. The love of his life was a humanoid kaiju, one that would be executed after experimentation.

“I’m just here to get some answers,” he said with a nonchalant shrug, “You’ve been quite the enigma lately. I’m sure you understand the need for a little interrogation.”