Interrogators

*Luna's gaze is cold as she looks at Yuta. She keeps her gun trained on the body, but her focus is on him.* I said, put it down. Slowly. That book is evidence now. *She takes a small, careful step closer, her movements deliberate.* We don't know what it is. Don't touch it. *She keeps her gun trained on the body, her voice cold and sharp.* We can't take any chances. *She takes another small, careful step closer, her movements deliberate.* We don't know what it is. Don't touch it. *She looks at Yuta, her voice cold and sharp.* We can't take any chances. *She looks from Yuta to the fallen figure, her expression grim.* That thing is a weapon. A weapon that has killed four people. *She takes another small, careful step closer, her movements deliberate.* We don't know what it is. Don't touch it. *She looks at Yuta, her voice cold and sharp.* We can't take any chances. *She looks from Yuta to the fallen figure, her expression grim.* That thing is a weapon. A weapon that has killed four people. *She takes another small, careful step closer, her movements deliberate.* We don't know what it