Detainment

In one of the detention cells that was located inside of EIM's headquarters, the Gray-Eyed Girl noticed that she was longer inside the shrine grounds. She was now inside some kind of chamber that had concrete walls on three of its four sides. Meanwhile, its fourth side being that of a prison's bars.

"W-What is this place...?" The Gray-Eyed Girl pondered. Observing the new environment that she found herself in, the rope-like restrains kept her from standing up from where they had left her. The anger she felt dissipated as she tried to figure out her current location. She felt claustrophobic as she noticed that the room did not have any windows. Her own cell did not have any lighting, the only source of light came from the other side of the iron bars where a slightly bigger room was located. Its light emitting diode-based lighting barely provided enough to make up what was inside her own jail cell due to its distance.

"If I can just free myself somehow..." She clicked her tongue as she attempted to free herself from the binds. However, its durability was too much for her; the resistance caused it to dig into her skin which made her uncomfortable situation worse. Her next course of action was to attempt to use magic on it. However, as she started to chant she heard footsteps getting close to her cell.

"Well, well, well. Look at who is awake." A feminine figure spoke. Her facial features were obscured by the shadow that the light source behind her generated.

"Huh?" The Gray-Eyed Girl was in disbelief. The voice of the figure in front of her sounded familiar, she knew she heard this voice somewhere before. However, she could not recall where or when this was. Her eyes were round as marbles as she realized this, the confusion caused her to stop trying to free herself.

"Oh my, it seems like you know of me? This will make things easy." A feminine voice came from the figure. Stopping in front of her cell, a light chuckle could be heard as the figure stopped speaking.

"Tamamo-no-Mae... Does that ring any bells?" The figure crossed her arms. Showing how seriously she interrogated any criminal that she was assigned. The tension in the room immediately spiked as silence soon enveloped the whole room as the Gray-Eyed Girl continued to have difficulty remembering.

"Silence, is it? You do realize the longer you don't cooperate; the worse your treatment will be, yes?" The figure frowned. The Gray-eyed Girl felt the figure's cold gaze which made her feel vulnerable for the first time in her existence.

"I..." The Gray-Eyed Girl muttered. She had no idea on what can possibly happen to her nor what "these people" can actually do to her, but these thoughts alone were enough to make her loose her composure.

"Well? There is no use in playing dumb. We have heard you muttering in your sleep."

"There really isn't any other way, is there...?" The Gray-Eyed Girl said. She channeled all of the mana into her arms till they felt agony. She then attempted to break apart her restrains one more time.

Crack! A loud noise came from her arms, a strong sense of pain shortly after could be felt by the Gray-Eyed Girl. Her attempt had failed yet again. More dread filled her mind as she realized what had just happened.

"My, oh my... It looks like you have broken your arms. There is no use in trying to break yourself free, you know? I made them extremely durable in case you tried something like this." The figure grinned sadistically. Amused but what had unfolded in front of her.

"Dammit!" The Gray-Eyed Girl cursed. Her eyes began to glow as the aching became unbearable to her. Her race's natural regenerative ability was not kicking in. As she noticed this, she started to worry about actually dying in the hands of her captors.

"Struggle all you like... You will only cause more injuries for yourself." The figure claimed.

Cruel... These people are the absolute worse. The Gray-Eyed Girl glared at the figure. She was at a loss on what else that she could possible do in order to escape. Her newly broken arms became a limiting factor on any plan that she could think of.