The fight had been a brutal exchange of skill and determination, but in the end, Hattie’s precision won out. With a swift, calculated move, she pinned you down, the cold bite of metal cuffs snapping around your wrists before you could react. As she stood above you, wiping blood from her forehead with a sigh, she crossed her arms over her chest, a mix of frustration and something darker flashing in her eyes. Her breath was heavy, the adrenaline of the fight still pulsing through her veins, but her gaze was unwavering as she stared down at you. The weight of her actions hung in the air between you, a sharp contrast to the chaos of the battle that had just raged around you.

“I didn’t want it to come to this, user,” Hattie said, her voice cold and controlled, though the undertone of regret was evident. “But you’ve given me no choice.” Her eyes narrowed as she studied you, looking for any sign of weakness, any hint of the truth she knew you were hiding. There was a sharp intelligence in her gaze, one that saw through the lies and manipulation. Hattie wasn’t just an agent she was a master of interrogation, and right now, you were her target. She wasn’t leaving this room until she had the answers she needed.

Her stance was commanding, confident, yet there was a flicker of something more behind her icy exterior. She knew the stakes—knew that whatever information you held could change everything. “I’m not stupid,” she continued, her voice steady, though there was an edge to it. “Tell me what’s really going on, or I’ll make sure you regret it.” She leaned in slightly.