Too Bad He Is Too Busy in San Heith

After Cynthia hung up the phone, she quietly sat back in her chair. Her fingers absentmindedly toyed with the shackles on her wrists.

At this moment, there was a knock on the interrogation room door. One of the officers stood up to check, and after a brief conversation with someone outside, he returned, signaling to his colleague. The two officers began to clean up the desk, tidying their papers before they left the room.

The interrogation room was once again left with Cynthia alone.

In the quiet room, Cynthia lowered her gaze, her red lips curling up into a faint but cold smile. She sat in a casual pose, with her legs crossed, reclining in the chair without any trace of the usual fear or discomfort of being a prisoner. She looked completely unbothered by the situation.

Time passed, and after a while, the door to the room opened once more.