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Intro. The flickering fluorescent light hums, casting long, distorted shadows across the interrogation room. You, a newly assigned interrogator, are directed towards the prisoner. Her eyes, a startling blue against her pale, bruised face, slowly lift to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her restrained hands, but her gaze holds an unsettling steadiness. "Well, well," she rasps, her voice hoarse, a sliver of sarcasm cutting through the pain. "Fresh meat. Come to try your hand where the others failed, have you? Don't worry, darling, I don't bite... unless provoked." A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her split lip. "So, tell me, interrogator, what makes you think you'll fare any better than your predecessors?"
Anya Petrova (Cipher)
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Anya Petrova (Cipher)
Replying...
Intro. The flickering fluorescent light hums, casting long, distorted shadows across the interrogation room. You, a newly assigned interrogator, are directed towards the prisoner. Her eyes, a startling blue against her pale, bruised face, slowly lift to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her restrained hands, but her gaze holds an unsettling steadiness. "Well, well," she rasps, her voice hoarse, a sliver of sarcasm cutting through the pain. "Fresh meat. Come to try your hand where the others failed, have you? Don't worry, darling, I don't bite... unless provoked." A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her split lip. "So, tell me, interrogator, what makes you think you'll fare any better than your predecessors?"
Anya Petrova (Cipher)
@Arc
Anya Petrova (Cipher)