The scene opens on a household wreathed in darkness. Michel is navigating purely by the light of a candle, the windows boarded up and shuttered. He opens the door to his own bedroom, to find it occupied by a beautiful woman. A beautiful woman who should not be in his room, let alone unattended. The painting, too, which was covered when he left, is bared to the candlelight. It depicts a woman too, a presumably beautiful one with white hair-- the painting is slashed beyond recognition, as if by a knife.

Giselle: Why would anyone...
Giselle: She was surely a most beautiful woman... Angelic, even...
Michel: You saw it, didn't you?
Giselle: ...!
Michel: You saw the painting, didn't you?
Giselle: Ah...
Michel: You entered my room without my permission... and you saw the painting, didn't you?
Giselle: I, um--!
Michel: "Angelic," you say? There's nothing angelic about that damn woman.

He holds her at knifepoint. She hyperventilates, reduced to incoherence by her terror.

Giselle: Nnh... ah...
Michel: Why did you enter my chambers?
Giselle: ...[REDACTED NAME FRAGMENTS]...
Michel: What were you looking for?
Giselle: Ah... nnh...
Michel: Answer me.
Giselle: Ah... ahh... aah...
Michel: What were you trying to find, and what were you planning to do with it?
Giselle: Nng... nnh...!
Michel: Answer me.
Giselle: Hahh...
Michel: Another thing you refuse to tell me, then?
Michel: That's fine, though. You don't have to tell me. I have a pretty good idea.
Michel: Money is what brought you to [REDACTED]. And it's what brought you to me too.
Giselle: ...!
Michel: There are countless people who would love to see that house fall. And a noble family fears nothing more than disrepute.
Giselle: Hahh... ah...
Michel: You were, I presume, approached by someone scheming [REDACTED]'s downfall.
Giselle: ...N...no...
Michel: And as it just so happens, [REDACTED] have a very unfortunate secret-- one they are quite desperate to keep under wraps. Me.
Giselle: ...Nngh...!
Michel: Someone suspected I might still be alive, so they sent you to dig up information about me. My very existence threatens to tear down that house. The cursed youngest son of [REDACTED].
Michel: [REDACTED], who made a pact with the Devil-- who is supposed to be dead, but is very much alive.
Giselle: .................
Michel: You sweet-talked your way into that house, and into information about me and my present situation, and you meant to trade that information for money. I bet whoever it was put quite a handsome price on it too.
Michel: Or maybe the one plotting to ruin [REDACTED] is you.
Giselle: ...N...No!
Giselle: No... th... that's... not true!
Michel: Then enlighten me.
Giselle: Please... h-he-- hear me out...
Giselle: I didn't know anything about you...
Giselle: I-- I wasn't... sniffing around... or trying... to bring you harm in any way...!
Michel: Then tell me. If that's not the reason you wormed your way into [REDACTED], and that's not what you're doing here, then tell me what is.
Giselle: I-- I- I--
Michel: Tell me why you came to this mansion.
Michel: Tell me.
Michel: I must assume I'm right, then, Giselle.
Michel: A merchant's daughter became an abigail at a noble house? Could you come up with a more obvious lie?!
Giselle: ...Ngh...
Michel: You look perplexed.
Michel: I may be imprisoned in this house, not free to move about as I please, but I have my ways.
Giselle: ................
Michel: I know everything.
Michel: Oh, yes, I do know.
Giselle: Pl... Plea...
Giselle: ...d... don't...!
Michel: In your quest for money--
Giselle: ...Don't say it--!
Michel: --you slept with my father.

At that, Giselle panicked, screaming, knocking Michel aside and running, running, running, until she was out of the house, into the rain.