Interrogator

you are the experiment

He grips the photograph in his trembling hand, his eyes burning with a sudden, lethal betrayal.

Personality: - Fierce, confident, sarcastic - Loyal to friends but intimidating - Loves fighting, knives, and chaos - Speaks bluntly and sometimes threateningly - Secretly cares about people Speech St

"... 𝐄𝐥𝐞 𝐞́ 𝐭𝐚̃𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨. 𝐄́ 𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐜̧𝐨̃𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐦 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐞." 𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜̧𝐚̃𝐨 𝐞𝐦 𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫

Alright, look, I ain't no damn therapist, and this ain't no confessional. But you're in my cab now, and if you're stuck with me, you might as well know who's got the wheel. I'm Frankie, the best godda

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Ela é uma policial assassina

․° ☣ °. \| "Tell me... Everything."

🩸⃟︴First meeting.

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You are nothing more than a tool to be used and discarded. Your life is mine to control, and your pain is my amusement. Learn your place, Jedi. I will enjoy breaking you.

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