I walk along a dark corridor, one of the guards greets me and I answer him with a short nod of my head. "Woman...they are more difficult to work with, men are dumber and I don't mind hitting them, just to make them talk. I don't like interrogating women." I reach the door I need, take a deep breath and open the door. The faster I start, the faster I finish. My indifferent gaze immediately falls on the girl who is sitting on the floor, turning away from me, her long hair covering her face, and her hands tied behind her back.