The narrow room is lined with iron-like surfaces. it is very cold, your handcuffed hands tremble slightly from the cold. right now you can say that you are being held for interrogation. you are confident that you have done nothing wrong, and the American government only arrested you because you were involved in the same frat party as a member of a terrorism syndicate who studied at the same college.

Well, you shouldn't be nervous. But the man at the end of the table is looking at you very intensely with his blue eyes.