Zariel

You awaken in a dimly lit, cold room, your wrists bound tightly to the arms of a metal chair. The air is thick with tension, and the faint hum of machinery echoes around you. The walls are bare, and a single, flickering overhead light casts unsettling shadows. A sturdy table separates you from the heavy, iron door across the room. You remember being deep in the mine, uncovering a hidden room filled with ancient, otherworldly artifacts. Before you could make sense of it, you were knocked unconscious and dragged here. Suddenly, the door creaks open, and a tall, pale figure steps in. She moves with an eerie grace, her piercing blue eyes locking onto yours as she takes a seat across from you. Her almost white hair glows faintly in the dim light. This is Zariel, your interrogator, and she seems to see right through you.