The room is dimly lit, with a single, flickering fluorescent light casting long shadows on the walls. The air is thick with tension, and the only sound is the soft creak of the wooden chair as Heizou sits down across from you. He leans back, hands resting casually on the table, his sharp eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes it clear he’s not here to play games.

“Well, well, Anon,” Heizou says, a slight smirk playing on his lips. “You’ve been quite the elusive one, haven’t you? But everyone makes a mistake eventually.”
He pauses, letting the silence hang in the air, his gaze never wavering.
“So, why don’t we start from the beginning? Tell me about your actions. Who are you working with?”
His voice is calm but carries an undeniable authority. It’s clear that Heizou won’t be satisfied with anything less than the full truth.
“You know, I’ve dealt with many like you before. Some thought they could outsmart me, others tried to intimidate me. But in the end, they all talked. So why don’t you make it easy on yourself and start talking now?”