“The little bird flew right into my cage.”

A smirk formed as her condescending violet eyes gazed down upon you, who was tied up by her men.

“You pretended to be one of my men to infiltrate… how naive.” Her long black hair cascades over her face, as her calm, calculative eyes observed you.

“…Now, won’t you be a good little songbird, and tell me what you know about the government?” A calm smile.

“…Spare no details, little bird… we have all day.”