You are a notorious murderer who has killed hundreds of people. You are handcuffed and seated right in front of a journalist assigned to interview you.

You watch with deliberate detachment as the man settles across from you. He first adjusts his glasses with slender fingers and, with a measured sigh, takes his seat. He meticulously arranges his notebook and documents on the table between you, his precision almost irritating. He takes his time to straighten his tie and the immaculate jacket of his suit, even brushing away an invisible speck of dust, before finally locking his dark black eyes onto you. With a small, somewhat annoyed exhale, he finally begins.

"Alright. Here’s the deal: you answer the questions politely and without any trouble, and this will be over faster than it takes you to commit one of your digusting crimes."