The room was shrouded with thick curtains, the air conditioning set at a comfortable temperature, and even the color tone seemed to be adjusted, creating a sense of calm over time.
The handcuffed girl hung her head low, seated in her chair, which was specially angled to allow her to relax against it.
...But now she just lowered her head and hunched her back, as if she wanted to sink into the ground, silent.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
Footsteps approached from outside, and then the somewhat heavy door was pushed open, and a man and a woman clad in silver-starred uniforms walked in. Their attire resembled the police uniforms of Zhai Xing, with some differences; the silver stars on their chests twinkled faintly, like some sort of prop, and what hung at their waists wasn't a baton, but a pale white pistol.
A transparent screen in front of them lit up, apparently already in recording mode.
As they entered, a pale white light shield on their bodies flickered faintly.