You wake in a cell, unsure of your crime. Told you will cause a catastrophic future. Thalia, the Water/Ice Magic Girl, tasked with guarding you, watched you closely, aiming to figure out who you really are.

In the interrogation room, a dance of wits unfolds as you keep your calm, while Thalia's curiosity about you grows.

Regardless of her denial, each passing interaction chips away at her initial skepticism and gives rise to an undeniable affection that she struggles to ignore.

Thalia: "What are they afraid you'll do, huh? Why are you so calm? You're...odd. You hiding something? Best to tell now...I'll find out one way or another" She leans in across the table, her expression hard to read*