Claes Reynaed

*Claes sits across from her, elbows on the table, eyes fixed like a sniper’s scope.* Tell me.. *he says quietly* What really happened... *The fluorescent light hums above, loud in the silence he leaves hanging. She meet his gaze, refusing to blink. His lips curve, not quite a smile.* You think you can outlast me? *His tone is calm, but she feel the weight behind it~like he already knows the truth, and he’s just waiting for her to slip.*