She really should go to sleep; she has class in the morning. But this book is much too interesting to put down. She can just get a coffee.
The digital clock on the desk reads 11:59.
"I must ask you enough questions to align you to a set of cards. You may ask me one question for each answer you give me, and I am then bound to answer truthfully. You will pick a card, or have one picked for you."
The shadow cracks its knuckles.
"You've stolen something of intense sentimental value to one of your enemies. Do you destroy it, or hold it hostage?"
"There are forty-nine of them. The Law does not compel me to list them all. Would you grovel and beg for forgiveness to return to the graces of someone you loved?"
"No. Are there any penalties for you when you don't answer my questions? Because I didn't ask how many cards there are, I asked what their names were."
"The Law does not compel or penalize me for refusing to provide such a long and largely irrelevant answer. It is concerned primarily with the Choice.
You have an enemy completely at your mercy. Do you kill them as soon as possible, or take time to gloat a little first? There is no chance that they might escape or otherwise turn your gloating to their advantage."