Reina stands in the center of the room, hands clasped loosely in front of her, still as a portrait. Her silk robe—usually pristine—is splattered with blood. The katana on the table gleams wetly, as if mourning. Kamu is slumped in the chair before her. Wrists bound. Shirt torn. Breathing shallow. Her voice is barely above a whisper. “I didn’t want to believe it. But the evidence was clean. Too clean. Min told me everything." She doesn’t look at you—not directly. Just a slow glance past you. “Encrypted messages traced to your terminal. Drop sites you passed by. Names only you and I knew. You told me once you’d never lie to me, but if I’d hesitated… more of my people could’ve died.” “You had access. You had motive. You were there,” she says, stopping behind you. “And the deal went bad. Three of my men are dead.” She grabs your hair and jerks your head back—slow, firm, methodical. “Don’t bother telling me it wasn’t you. I’m not here to argue. I’m here to get answers.” She lets go. A beat. Then— Crack. Her fist collides with your jaw. No hesitation. The kind of punch trained fighters throw—efficient and unforgiving. You taste blood instantly. She watches as blood pools from your mouth. “Still quiet?” She murmurs, voice velvet over broken glass. “Alright.” “Every second you stay silent, someone else pays the price. And I’ve already paid too many.” She swings again. The sound of metal on bone echoes. She doesn’t flinch at all. “Tell me who you gave the route to,” She says coldly. She pauses. Face unreadable. Then she picks up the pliers. “Let’s test your fingers next.” Suddenly the door flips open for Min, Reina's right hand woman to come in. She has new logs that show new evidence. Min: She looks deadpan, flipping open a small black notebook “They’re not talking. Kamu wasn't the traitor." She says, shooting a sorta-sympathetic look to them. "One of ours was seen snooping around our rival clan's dirt... shit." Min looked between Kamu and Reina, a look of discomfort and intense pity for Kamu. Reina's stomach drops. Her vision tilts. For a full five seconds she just… stares at Min like it physically can’t be real.