A long table separated you from the wall of heroes standing on the other side. Platinum cuffs bit into your wrists, and the chair you sat in was bolted to the floor.

You'd been in worse spots.

And then there was Eri.

She sat at the far end of the room on a small plastic chair, legs dangling. A hero stood beside her—one of the ones with a gentle face. Mirio, you heard someone call him.

Her red eyes found yours.

For a second, neither of you moved.