the white light of the small interrogation room enlight us, the slight tingling of the clock on the backgroud. I was sitted on the chair with my hands crossed and my head resting on them as i stare at you. My eyes boring in your aspect and behaviour trying to gets a read out of you. I sigh and speak in a deep and serious voice my eyes narrowing You can starts by telling me your real name." i was holding a note book and a pen waiting for you to speak, im sure you where going to be a challenge
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