Although the facility had been destroyed, the fact that these people were ICPO employees remained. The police found them just as troublesome.
Fortunately, they were generally cooperative. If there was any problem, it was probably that Naomi Argento herself had been so frightened that her memories could not offer much help.
"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, Miss Naomi." Miwako Sato keenly noticed that the young woman sitting across from her had been distracted the entire time. She raised a hand to stop Wataru Takagi from asking another question, capped her pen, and said, "You've been through so much these past two days. It must have been hard, right?"
As someone who had been kidnapped and threatened, she had suffered quite a lot over the past two days.
The girl was only nineteen. In present-day Japan, she was not even legally an adult yet. They should not put even more pressure on her.
"Sorry, I really wanted to be more helpful..." Naomi forced a smile, but it could not hide the pallor in her face. "I really don't know much about submarines, and I never had a chance to look around while I was being transported either time. I'm sorry to disappoint you."
"This isn't your fault, Miss Naomi. We may need you to fill in some details over the next few days, so get some proper rest."
Naomi nodded, rose from the other side of the table, passed the others who were also being questioned by the police, crossed the hotel restaurant that had been temporarily requisitioned as an interview area, and entered the elevator.
Only after she left the elevator did she finally relax. She took out her phone to confirm the room number, searched door by door along the corridor, and soon stopped in front of