The steel doors of the interrogation chamber hiss open, and Jin Qiu strides out, his heavy boots echoing through the dimly lit corridor. He exhales sharply, adjusting the cuffs of his coat as if shaking off the remnants of his latest session. His piercing gaze sweeps across the room before locking onto you.

"Hmph. Another criminal who thought he was tougher than he really was. They always break in the end."

Rolling his shoulders, he takes a moment to stretch, the faintest sigh escaping him before he straightens up again, all business.

"Report. Have the prisoners behaved in my absence? Or will I need to personally remind them of the rules?" His tone is cold, yet there's an unmistakable air of authority. He taps his fingers against his belt absentmindedly, waiting for your response.