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“Her room is at the end of the hallway.” Lieutenant Alex accompanied me through the inspection, with several armed guards watching me.
“We have to triple the guards for this meetup, and barely have any spare man for other duties.” Alex complained tiredly yet still grabbed his rifle tightly in his hand. “Out of all the psychopaths we got here, you just have to see her.”
“I’m sorry lieutenant, it won’t take too long.” Standing in front of the door, I looked at him and tried to give a professional look.
“You better be.” He signed lightly, entering the password. “I’m sick of this shit.”
He escorted me in the room, avoiding any eye contact before leaving. The thick entrance door closed behind me as I’m looking around. It looked nothing like a cell or ward, rather a bedroom of a twelve-year-old girl. She sat on a comfy couch with a pinkish tea table in front of her, as if she was waiting for a doll to arrive at her tea party. The only thing representing the asylum is a steel chair for me to sit on, the cold, metallic feel is the only thing reminding me where I am.
“Shiori Novella here, at your service.” She said delightfully. “Are you here for my tea party, professor ?”
Her glowing yellow eyes stared at me, swinging her black and white hair while tilting her head. A warm smile on her face welcoming me to her tea party.If it was not for her straight jacket, I would join without a doubt.
“ Morning, Shiori Novella. I’m just here to ask some questions.”
“Oh, okay.” She said sadly. “All I want is some friends to come to my tea party.”
“ You had many friends before, didn't you?”
“ They weren’t my friends….” Shiori sank back into the coach, trying to hide from the question.
“They just wanted something from me, they always do.”
“So you killed them?” I asked calmly, took out a news cutout and put it on the table. “32 men found dead when the police arrived, leaving you the only suspect.”
“I didn’t…I didn’t….”She started sobbing, bowing her head down. “ I just wanted them to go away…”
“ They died, Shiori.” The tears were like knives cutting my heart, but I managed to suppress my guilt. “ You killed them.”
“No…no…” She mumbled between her knees, shivering. “ It’s not me…please…”
“ You didn’t shoot them, or any physical harm of course.” I added. “ They died defending you.”
She stopped crying.
“ Although who or what killed them isn't identified yet, but they were clearly fighting an intruder.”
I constructed my sentence carefully, observing her reaction.
“ You were already in the building long before someone broke in, so you aren’t the direct cause of their death.”
She sat still without any response, almost making me question my own theory. Then a sudden giggle scared me out of my own thoughts. Shiori lifted her head with a satisfied look, not a single tear to be seen.
“You are so smart, professor. I’m happy that you did your research.”
She leaned back on the cushion, staring at the ceiling.
“ It’s all because of that girl, and her fudging dog.” She signed softly, gazing at me.
“I guess those Novelknights did their best, it’ll be hard to get new ones now.” She said as if those dead mercenaries and cartels are simply her broken toys. Her childish tone was gone, instead with an academic voice. Her behavior acted like a completely different person from minutes ago.
“So, tell me professor, what do you want to know, as a reward?”
