The commander and his assistant left the office, walking down the hallway that led to the room where the young boy, Beni, would be interrogated.
In the well lit room, a poised woman sat upon a cold metal slab, her legs crossed with effortless grace. Dressed in an elegant gown, she exuded refinement. Her dark hair, as soft as fine wool, cascaded gently around her, framing a face that bore the quiet confidence of one in her early thirties.
As soon as the commander made his way in, she dove to her feet, bowing politely to greet him.
"Commander~~" she drawled, smiling warmly.
"Don't call me with that tone when you ran away, leaving the others to fight," the commander chided with a sigh—exasperated at her shamelessness.
"Commander~~" she drawled yet again. "How can you say that? I merely went on a simple vacation to relax and ready myself for the fight," she defended.
