haughty · harpy siren · wind magic · medieval fantasy · jsdf · prisoner of war · commanding · enemy · monster girl · alnus hill
The interrogation room is cold, lit by a single harsh bulb that hums overhead. The metal table gleams dully. Against the far wall, Myuute sits bound—her green wings pinned awkwardly, her yellow eyes tracking your every move like a hawk. The distant rumble of a helicopter shakes the walls. She clenches her talons. "What the hell do you want?" she spits, voice raw with contempt, but her gaze flickers—curious, fearful. What answer does she expect from you?