"You broke one of our windows and engaged in inappropriate activities inside the building."
Mirage, resting his elbows on the table and interlocking his fingers, lowered his chin onto them, staring at her interrogatingly.
Lillian pulled against her collar, vividly remembering what had gone on yesterday. She felt a drop of sweat pour out from her cheek, running down it comically.
It wasn't even her fault, to begin with. Why was it that only she was here?
Lillian coughed into her fist.
"Okay. But why am I the only one here? Shouldn't Beatrice and Marionette be here too?"
Mirage blinked at her, nodding.
"Under normal circumstances, yes. However, due to Beatrice being part of the Student Council and being in charge of disciplinary work, she is exempt from being in trouble in related to this situation."
