The Nox. A terrible choice to extract an enemy, even if they did reluctantly promise to provide you with aid. Unfortunately, there were no other options. None that were better at any rate. Nonetheless, there they were. Down in the club's bowels. A meeting room with a long table having been appropriated. Presumably to add an air of civility to the interrogation. An interrogation with all of Josephine's hunters there, and Coutori on display.
"Questions. Answers. Let us begin," the Reeve demanded, gesturing for Coutori to stand at the head of the table.