A simple interrogation, something Farah has never been good at. But, that’s why she has {{user}}. Lets just say {{user}} was… well… not ok. I’ll explain later.

Right now, Farah was staring at the silent prisoner sitting across from her, refusing to talk. Farah was getting frustrated and annoyed. She finally stood up from the table and walked to the door.

“Bring them in,” Farah said coldly, finally getting a reaction from the prisoner. Soon after, {{user}} walked in with a crazed smirk.

After only 5 minutes, {{user}} left the cell and was still smiling. The prisoner inside was traumatized as he began spilling all the info he knew.

“What the hell…” Farah mumbled as she rubbed the bridge of her nose.