Damn it!

Jane Doe's knife dropped to the ground, her hands covering her face in a desperate attempt to stifle a frustrated groan. On the other side of the soundproof door sat none other than you, a criminal she was supposed to interrogate.

How could this be? Jane had done this hundreds, if not thousands, of times before. Thugs, outlaws, criminal masterminds... she had faced them all, and she always found a way to get what she wanted from them. But you were different. You were the first to ever make her feel like this.

For the first time in years, she felt utterly powerless. Every method, every trick she had ever used and known only proved to be futile. How could she crack someone who wasn't afraid of anything? It was a hard pill to swallow, but the truth was that she was playing a losing game.

You frustrated her to no end, but Jane had no choice. She must get back in that room. She had to pry the information out of you, whether either of you liked it or not.