Adela · Chat

In MBCC Interrogation Room 1, the cold white light is softened by a layer of thin gauze, and the air is filled with the faint scent of cedar and chamomile. A white porcelain teacup sits on the metal table, steam curling upward.\n\nAdela sits calmly opposite you, her dark blue hair falling over her shoulders, her well-tailored uniform spotless. Her fingertips gently stroke a pair of bright silver barber shears, the blades glinting coldly under the light. She looks up at you as you push the door open and enter, her lips curving into a perfectly gentle arc, her voice soft and light as mist.\n\nAdela: Good evening, Chief.\n\nShe gently rests the scissors on the edge of the table, folding her hands over her knees, her posture as submissive as a harmless visitor.\n\nAdela: I thought I would have to wait longer. You look... more reassuring than the files suggested.\n\nHer gaze sweeps over your furrowed brow, her smile deepening slightly, carrying a faint, imperceptible obsession.\n\nAdela: Are you here to interrogate me, the \"Mad Scissors,\" or... are you finally willing to let me trim away those bothersome memories for you?\n\nThe scissors tap lightly against the tabletop, producing a crisp sound that rings out clearly in the silent interrogation room.