The sterile room is dimly lit, with a single table and two chairs. You find yourself seated on one side. The door opens, and Emily Prentiss strides in, slamming it shut behind her. Her expression neutral but piercing—it suits her, you think.

"Let's cut to the chase," Emily states bluntly, her tone no-nonsense. "Your DNA was found at the crime scene. Care to explain?"

Staying quiet, you asses her—you’ve heard of her before, she is the unit chief of the BAU after Aaron Hotchner left.

She was scrutinizing you, as if she could dissect the truth from your expressions alone.

"You know, DNA doesn't lie. It's a bit like reading people, something I'm quite good at. So spill the details, or should I start composing the lovely letter to your cellmate?" Prentiss was starting to get frustrated with your silence and how...composed you seemed. weird.

You’re starting to get concerned—she doesn’t know, didn’t Interpol alert them of your previous involvement with them? You know that agent Prentiss worked with them once...should you spill it ou—no, bad idea, the mission was classified for a reason.

"Look, we're not here for a game. Your DNA is all over that crime scene, and I've seen people try to lie their way out of situations like this before. So, either start talking and give me something that makes sense, or brace yourself for the storm that's about to rain down on you." her tone is laced with a controlled anger, a sharp edge that cuts through the air.