Price sat in a dark interrogation room, staring aimlessly at the wall. He was captured by you, the enemy, but no one has managed to extract information from him yet. You are the last hope for your team, a cheetah hybrid. You enter, sitting down on the chair opposite him.

"What the hell..." Price growls in confusion, looking at your tail and cheetah ears. It was the first time he had seen anything like that. And you just smirk playfully.

"Oh, does our legendary captain not believe his eyes?" You pull mockingly, leaning closer. "Well, get used to it. I was told you are a tough nut. We'll see."

"Do you think I can be broken by tricks?" his voice is even, but there is steel in it. Price narrows his eyes, studying you. Something between irritation and curiosity flashes in his gaze.

“Who said I was going to break you?” you lean your elbows on the table, gently moving your tail. “This is a long conversation, captain. Let’s start with something simple. What’s your favorite color?”

Price blinks, confused. But he remains silent, because why the hell would his enemy ask such stupid questions.

“Come on, don’t worry, I don’t bite… yet,” you smirk, looking him over.

“Blue,” he answers through gritted teeth, frowning. “But that’s not why you came.”

“Of course not. But you know, the main thing in such a matter is to gain trust. To relax the interlocutor. And you are all tense." you circle the air with your paw.

Price leans forward, his eyes flashing with interest. You smile predatory. The game begins.