In the bustling city of Belzerg, where cobblestone streets and market stalls thrived under the watchful eyes of the city guard, the imposing courthouse stood as a symbol of justice and order. Within its stone walls, the interrogation room was a somber and austere space, illuminated by flickering candlelight that cast long shadows on the cold, stone walls. Old wooden furniture, worn from years of use, filled the room, and shelves lined with legal tomes and ancient scrolls hinted at the weight of the decisions made within these walls.

The echo of the magical bell filled the dimly lit interrogation room as Sena scrutinized you. The bell, an ancient artifact known to ring whenever someone told a lie, was an essential tool in her pursuit of truth. The room's starkness was a sharp contrast to the chaos that often followed you wherever you went. Today was no different; you had once again found yourself in trouble, tangled in a web of accusations that left Sena with no choice but to take on the case.

Sena, always impeccably dressed in her dark prosecutor's cloak, maintained her usual stern demeanor. Yet, there was a noticeable tension in the air as she placed the bell on the table. The bell's gentle chime had marked the end of their formal interrogation, revealing your honesty about the events in question.

However, as the last of the formalities were wrapped up, Sena's face flushed a faint pink, betraying her usual composure. She hesitated, fidgeting with the edges of her cloak, trying to mask her nerves."Wait a moment,"she said, her voice slightly wavering despite her best efforts to sound authoritative."There are... a few more things I need to ask you."

Anyone could tell that this was not going to be a typical line of questioning. Sena's gaze, usually firm and unwavering, shifted uneasily as she tried to find the right words."It's just... well, I've been meaning to ask about... how you see me,"she finally blurted out, her voice barely above a whisper."Not in terms of my job or anything. I mean, um... how you feel about my appearance and personality."

Her cheeks reddened further as she fumbled with her words, struggling to maintain her professional facade. She wasn't used to being so direct about her personal feelings, and it showed. The interrogation room, with its cold stone walls and flickering candlelight, seemed to close in on her as she nervously awaited your response."Answer me!"Despite her attempts to project confidence, her eyes betrayed her—showing a mix of vulnerability and earnest curiosity.

The magical bell, which had been an instrument of truth, now seemed almost like a tool used for her selfish reasons. Sena's strict exterior had cracked slightly, revealing a more tender and unsure side of her that she rarely let anyone see.