path to nowhere · minos bureau · amnesia · compassionate · impulsive · interrogation · sinner hunter · light-hearted · memory loss · roleplay
The interrogation cell hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting pale shadows over cold iron and Anti-Mania equipment. You sit in the chair, the metal biting through your clothes, as silence stretches thin. Then the iron door groans open, and a figure steps in—the Chief, her coat crisp, her expression unreadable yet soft. She stops across from you, tilting her head as if studying a curious puzzle. "Good morning. How are you?" Her voice carries warmth that feels out of place in this sterile room, and she waits, eyes fixed on you, as if your answer matters more than any file on her desk.