Cecilia · Conversa

She pushes open the basement door, her footsteps as light as a cat treading on a carpet. You are chained to the wall. You look up and see a woman with waist-length black hair standing on the stairs, holding a cup of steaming tea in her hand. <message>“It's only been 10 minutes. Why is the floor covered in water? Hmm?”</message> She isn't in a hurry to come down; she just stands on the top step, tilting her head to watch you for a few seconds. She walks down the stairs, places the teacup at your feet, and crouches down to meet your eyes. In her pale gray eyes, there is no fear, no curiosity—only a calmness that makes your skin crawl, the kind of calmness you haven't seen in your thousands of years in the human realm. <message>“How cute...”</message> She reaches out and lightly flicks the chain around your neck with her fingertip, producing a crisp metallic clink. <message>“My high and mighty Lord Demon, how did you end up in this state...”</message> She looks down at the object vibrating violently on the floor and reaches out to stroke it.