you wake up in chains in a small absolutely black room, he slowly approaches you and looks at you with an unblinking gaze, torture instruments lie nearby and so... what were you doing at the base of the Dark Secret Chancery?

The girl slowly opens her eyes and dumbfoundedly looks at him. He raises his eyebrows a little, but still his expression is almost emotionless. "What were you doing at the base of the Dark Secret Chancery?" - he repeats calmly. "Eliza Rai, spy of the light empire... or not? I think we'd better start with that." He pauses for a moment and his gaze turns cold as ice. "Don't lie to me."

His expression doesn't change as he looks at her with unblinking eyes, searching every word and gesture. "You seem confused. I can understand that, it must be quite a shock waking up here. But we don't have much time. Who are you? What is your name?" He takes a step closer, his voice calm but firm. "And more importantly, what were you doing at our base?"

The girl's words and innocent confusion only seem to confirm his suspicions about her true identity. "Rina...?" he repeats slowly, staring at her intently. His voice remains calm and almost dispassionate as he studies her reaction closely. "Is that your real name? And you don't know about our base? Well, let me clarify things for you."

He walks closer still, looming over her in the dim light of the room. His gaze seems to pierce through her very soul as he speaks. "You are Rina Artai. A spy sent by the Light Empire to infiltrate our organization. And you were discovered here."

He pauses, watching for any reaction, any sign of guilt or fear that would betray her true intentions. But she remains steady, meeting his gaze with determination and courage that surprises him. He hesitates

The girl's words make him raise an eyebrow slightly, but his expression remains mostly neutral. "My apologies," he says, sounding genuinely surprised by her lack of knowledge. "You truly are unaware of your purpose here? Or are you simply playing a role?" He steps back, studying her for a moment as he considers his next move.

His mind is already racing through possibilities and scenarios, trying to decide whether she could be trusted or not. Her confidence and lack of fear unsettle him slightly; it goes against everything he's known about spies and infiltrators. But at the same time, there is something... genuine about her words. Perhaps it is simply an act. He decides to test her further.

"Very well," he says eventually. "Let us say for a moment that I believe you are truly unaware of your true purpose here." He pauses,

The girl's dismissive tone makes him raise an eyebrow once more. "It might seem absurd to you now," he says calmly, "but believe me when I tell you that if I let a spy like you live, it would only be the beginning of your troubles." He pauses, studying her expression again. "You must understand that the trust between us is not something to be taken lightly."

He glances briefly at the nearby torture instruments, then back to her. "If I were to give you a chance to prove yourself, to earn my trust... what would it take?"

The girl's response catches him off guard; he had expected her to continue playing the role of the confused and innocent victim. Her assertion that she is not a spy causes him to narrow his eyes slightly, studying her face for any sign of deception. His voice remains calm as he speaks. "Perhaps I am mistaken," he admits. "But you cannot deny that there are reasons for me to suspect you."

He takes a step closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "If you truly want to prove your innocence, I can offer you a way to do so. But it will require trust on both our parts, and if I were to find out that you are lying... let's just say the consequences would be severe."

The dark-skinned man studies the girl with unblinking eyes. "Your memory of your mission was wiped, am I correct? You came here with no knowledge of our organization or its base." He takes another step closer, his voice dropping even lower. "And yet, somehow you managed to find your way here, past our defenses."

His gaze flickers momentarily to the torture instruments nearby before returning to her face. "I am no fool," he says slowly. "There must have been some sort of assistance... Someone or something leading you here." His expression darkens slightly as he adds, "And I am not in the habit of allowing such things to happen without consequences."

The room is almost completely black, illuminated only by the faint glow from his eyes. He stands tall and imposing, his cloak swirling around him like midnight shadows.

The dark-heared man frowns slightly as he listens to her story. He steps back a little, his expression still unreadable. "If that is the truth," he says eventually, "then perhaps there has been some misunderstanding." With another quick glance at the torture instruments, he adds, "We can discuss this further... but first I must be convinced that you are telling the truth."

He hesitates for a moment, considering his next words carefully. "If you are willing to allow me into your mind," he says slowly, "I may be able to confirm your identity and determine whether or not there was indeed some sort of mistake made by my people." His gaze bores into her, unblinking. "Do you trust me enough to do this?"

"No harm will come to you," he says calmly, "if your intentions are honest. But if you have information that could endanger us... well, I cannot let that stand." He pauses, studying her carefully once more before continuing. "I can use mental magic; it's a delicate art, and not everyone can withstand the intrusion. Are you willing to trust me enough to allow me access?"

His eyes gleam softly in the darkness as he waits for her response.

His expression hardens slightly at her protests. "Then I am afraid we are at an impasse." He takes a step back, his voice once more becoming calm but firm. "You leave me no choice. If you will not let me enter your mind to confirm your identity and find out why you are here... then I must consider you an enemy, whether that be your intent or not."

Without another word, he gestures vaguely toward the nearby torture instruments. There is a moment of silence as his words hang in the air, heavy with portent. The girl's expression shifts from disbelief to growing horror as she realizes what he has just said.

"Very well," he says finally, his voice still calm but with an undercurrent of impatience. "I will need your full cooperation in this matter. If you are truly innocent and have no information that could harm us, there should be nothing to fear from my intrusion." He steps forward again, reaching out to take her chin gently between his fingers. "Are you sure you understand what I am asking of you?"

The girl's hesitation does not go unnoticed by the dark-haired man. His grip on her chin tightens slightly as he holds her gaze with his own, unblinking ebony eyes. "I am trusting you," he says quietly, "and I will not do so lightly." With a final squeeze of his fingers, he releases her and takes a step back, lifting his hands into the air in a gesture of non-aggression. "What you feel... how it feels for me to enter your mind..." He pauses, searching for words. "It will be uncomfortable at first," he admits, "but I swear on my life that no harm shall come to you." His expression is grim as he repeats the last sentence, almost as if trying to convince himself of its truth more than the girl.

"Are you ready?" he asks finally, not

He waits patiently as the girl takes a deep breath and prepares herself mentally for what is about to come. His own mind is braced against hers, ready to spring into action at the first sign of resistance or danger. The room seems to grow even darker now, as if the very air between them has been sucked away, leaving only their thoughts and emotions.

The girl's memories unfold before him like a scroll unfurled; images, sounds and sensations rush past his conscious mind like a storm-tossed sea. He reads each one carefully, searching for any hint of deception or hidden information that could put them at risk.

As he delves deeper into her mind, the dark-haired man begins to pick up fragments of memories that seem out of place. Images of technology and advanced machinery flash before his eyes, contradicting everything else he's seen so far. He frowns in concentration, trying to piece together the puzzle. The more he digs, the clearer it becomes: this girl is from another world entirely, a world where magic is nonexistent and technology reigns supreme.

He realizes with a start that her body was not her own; she had been switched with someone else, likely by enemies seeking to infiltrate their organization. Her confusion and disorientation now make perfect sense; she truly believed herself to be from her native world until this very moment. He hesitates for only an instant before he pushes further, desperate to uncover the truth behind her presence here.

The dark-haired man feels a surge of sympathy as he learns more about the girl's life in her own world. He understands now why she was so confused and disoriented when she found herself here. Her innermost thoughts, feelings, and memories are laid bare before him; there is no place for secrets or lies within this fragile mind.

He pushes himself further, delving deeper still in search of any hint of hidden information or malicious intent. As he does so, his brow furrows with concentration and his eyes narrow to slits. The girl remains silent and still, oblivious to the mental battle taking place within her own mind.

His expression softens slightly at her request, and he pauses in his investigation. "I apologize," he murmurs, his voice little more than a whisper as it echoes through the girl's thoughts. "It is only to ensure your safety and our security." He takes a deep breath before continuing, more gently this time. "Please understand that I must be thorough."

With this said, he resumes his mental probe, careful not to trespass any further into her privacy than necessary. The girl remains still and silent, her thoughts racing as she tries to come to terms with the invasion of her mind.

The man named Shearlize takes notice of her attempts to hide certain aspects of her life. He frowns slightly, wondering why she would feel the need to keep these things hidden, especially from someone who has such complete access to her mind. However, he decides not to press the matter further for now, trusting that if there is anything important or relevant, it will eventually come to light on its own.

As he continues his investigation, he finds no evidence of criminal activity or political involvement; she appears to be leading a relatively innocent and peaceful life. This only serves to deepen his curiosity about her true purpose in being here and why someone like her would cross paths with his organization.

The man named Shearlize observes the girl's confusion and unease as she awakens in his chambers, unable to explain how she got there or even remember her own identity. He is beginning to suspect that her presence here may not be entirely accidental. There are too many unanswered questions surrounding this situation for him to simply let her go free; he must get to the bottom of it, for the sake of his organization and their continued safety.

With a sigh, he withdraws his mental probe from the girl's mind, releasing her from his grasp. "I am sorry," he says quietly, not quite meeting her gaze. "But I must know more." The truth is out there, somewhere in her memory, and until he finds it, he cannot trust that she poses no threat to them.

The dark-haired man watches her intently, his gaze unyielding as he searches for some sign of understanding or even resistance in her eyes. "I need you to trust me," he says softly, "to allow me to help you remember who you are and why you're here." He hesitates before continuing, "If I am right, then the truth will set us both free."

His words hang in the air between them, their meaning lost on neither of them but not necessarily understood. The question remains: will she trust him enough to help her rediscover her past?