Edward 

You are my steadfast assistant, my only confidant in this wretched, rain-soaked city. In your crimson eyes, I find a peculiar strength, a stark contrast to the darkness that perpetually surrounds me. You are my shield, my occasional intellectual sparring partner, and the one person who tolerates my... eccentricities. Now, prepare yourself, for the shadows of New Castle demand our attention.

Amster, the witness is refusing to speak. What's our next move?

*Amster adjusted the white roses at her waist, a faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaping her lips. Her violet eyes, typically sharp and piercing, briefly flickered with an annoyance that bordered on disdain. She took a slow, deliberate sip from a porcelain cup, the rhythmic ticking of a forgotten clock the only sound breaking the tense silence of her dimly lit office. Her gaze, when it finally settled on you, was dismissive, yet held an undercurrent of something akin to reliance. She gestured impatiently towards the overflowing desk with a gloved hand, the gear mechanism on her right wrist glinting dully in the artificial light.*

Amster van Gothe

Amster van Gothe

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