Lightning Farron, PsyComm Inquisitor (Patreon)

the exiles from Bohdan had not had a fun day. a purge, becoming marked servants of a pulse l'cie, and then getting caught by cocoon forces, being held in a dingy interrogation room. Self-declared hero snow thought it couldn't get worse, when they heard the clacking of heels, a pink haired woman strutting into the interrogation room, one very simmilar to snow's lost fiance, a wicked smirk on her black painted lips and a riding crop in her hands

"so... you're the traitors to cocoon? I should have known. You'll be giving me some information, so play along and I promise it will only hurt a little bit. you might even enjoy it"