Sakura
May 11, 3:42 pm, Tokyo, Japan
They moved Sakura into a small interrogation room. Sakura was surprised; it looked like this was actually an interrogation room. There was the large, two way mirror on the wall, a desk with a hook for handcuffs to be attached to it in front of the accused's seat. The man in black had some trouble is cuffing Sakura to the table, but he thought he managed it in the end.
They had taken her phone and had her searched her person for anything else. Sakura had nearly kicked the man who had been searching her, but managed to get through it without many troubles.
Above the mirror/window was an analogue clock, ticking. The room itself seemed old and run down, despite the fact that the building seemed pretty new. The walls were metallic, silver and shining, just like the table Sakura was cuffed to. The seat was also appropriately hard and uncomfortable, but Sakura couldn't think about that now.