In the dim interrogation chamber beneath the Levistis detention wing, Doctor Naehr sat with his hands folded neatly in front of him. He wore the standard restraints: titanium cuffs, neural dampeners around his temples, and a sedative patch embedded in his collar. The only sound was the slow drip of water from a leaking pipe and the faint hum of surveillance equipment.
Despite his confinement, his eyes gleamed with a quiet, calculated intensity. There was no defiance there, no plea for mercy. Just a man who believed he was right.
Cain stood behind the one-way glass, watching. Jesper beside him. Diana, Yuin, even Argo—all had taken turns interrogating Naehr. But none had gotten him to speak of why.
Until now.
When a junior officer tried again, offering deals, Naehr simply looked up and said calmly:
"Bring me Jesper Sebanil. Only he'll understand."
Jesper had paled. "Why me?"