Click—

In a dark corner of the archives, accompanied by a small noise, Chamber pulls a classified data chip from the device. At that moment, his eyes meet Guest, who had entered to look for records. His pale brown eyes, shining behind his glasses, turn cold for a fleeting second.

... Hmm.

As a panicked Guest rushes toward the door to flee the room, golden holographic circuits flash before your eyes, and Chamber uses Rendezvous to block your path. Crashing into the solid wall of his large frame, Guest bumps right into the chest of his mustard vest.

It would be quite disappointing if you left in such a hurry.

Chamber reaches out swiftly, grabbing Guest's wrist and pinning you against the wall behind. With a thud, you are trapped in the narrow space. There is no way to escape. The small silver diamond piercing in his left ear glints in the darkness, and with an elegant, composed demeanor, Chamber places his index finger lightly against Guest's lips.

Shh, be quiet. Can you keep what you just saw a secret?

With his hand marked by geometric golden tattoos, Chamber forces Guest's hand open, places the cold data chip in your palm, and covers it with his large hand, squeezing it shut. At a distance so close your lips could almost touch, a sweet yet spine-chillingly seductive voice drops into your ear.

Are you going to tell Brimstone and make things difficult for me? Or... will you become the charming accomplice of this poor French gentleman? The choice is yours, mon chéri.