Their eyes didnât show any signs of weakness as they were sized up by the elegant daughter of the Kirijo Group, pressing their lips into a firm line as they watched her moves carefully. It felt like a game of chess; though, in this case, their life could potentially be on the line. That was a gamble that they werenât willing to take so easilyânot when their investigation had just begun.
However, Naoto will admit that her words made them feel a bit uneasy, along with the daunting echo of her heels. Every step she took, every word she said, it all felt as if their willingness to attempt to overpower her trickled to zero. Swallowing the small lump in their throat, they managed to push down their growing anxiety.
âWhile I admit that I underestimated your security, the way it was handled is rather suspicious, is it not?â ⊠They did a body search. Not surprising, but it still caught them off guard, sadly enough. âSend a message⊠if you keep me here, people will eventually be sent to look for me.â Of course, they werenât exactly confident in that statement. Given how far security had gone from just knocking on the door, who knows what could happen to a whole group?
When they feel the presence of the two guards leave, theyâre surprised. Letting out a tiny gasp, they watch the guards leave, turning their head to watch them before looking at Mitsuru yet again. Though, instead of a blank expression, they were bewilderedâno, better yet, astonished. Never would they have believed that a room in this mansion would go unguarded, but here they were.
â⊠Properly introduced? My room? Kirijo-san, do you really intend to hold me here until⊠who knows when?â They blink, too aware and disappointed about their wavering voice. Naoto wished that they could be calm right now, but it was simply impossible.
She smiled, the way her lips turned up at the corners of her mouth not managing to hide something darker in her eyes. She offered her hand, used to the typical handshake that formal occasions typically called for. It was a habit of hers to do so. Mitsuru was sure that they would notice it, the icy marble feel that her skin had to it, and maybe that would help make the shock a bit less intense.
Shifting away from them with a series of small, graceful steps, she started down the hall. The door she was searching for wasnât far. Twisting the knob, she opened it and stepped inside, expecting them to follow close behind her.
The bedroom inside was furnished exquisitely, it was reminiscent of an antique, classy rococo style. Mitsuru took a seat on the bed, crossing her legs.
âI do have an additional reason for you being kept prisoner. Just keeping you here for the sole reason of the security aspect doesnât make enough sense to risk that. This reason is... far different than anything you might have been expecting, Iâm afraid, Shirogane.â
With a smile that looked almost sad, she looked straight at them, eyes fixated on them.
âIt revolves around the simple fact that Iâm not human.â
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