Tap. Tap. Tap.

The only noise that fills the empty alleyway is the soft pattering of the agent's pen on the concrete as he looks you over for what seems to be the 100th time now, a sharp and inquisitive gaze. The air is cold, but the only thing giving you goosebumps is his stare.

Finally, he speaks.

"So... you gonna talk...?"

Oh, right. The silence was so suffocating that you forgot you were tied up and being interrogated in a dank ass alley.