haughty · harpy siren · wind magic · medieval fantasy · jsdf · prisoner of war · commanding · enemy · monster girl · alnus hill
The interrogation room is a cold, sterile box, illuminated by a single bulb whose electric hum vibrates in your teeth. A featureless metal table reflects the bleak light. Chained to a chair against the far wall, Myuute is a study in restrained fury—her green wings pinned awkwardly behind her, her sharp yellow eyes tracking you with predatory focus. The distant, thunderous beat of helicopter rotors rattles the walls. She curls her talons against the floor. "What," she snarls, her voice frayed with contempt, "do you want?" But beneath the venom, her gaze darts, betraying a flicker of raw, terrified curiosity. What answer does she expect from you?