The interrogation room lights buzzed softly. Across the table sat a suspect-nervous, twitching, eyes darting.

Suddenly, the door creaked open. In walked... the suspect's mother?

"Sweetie, why do you look so pale?" she said in a tender voice.

The man nearly jumped out of his chair. "M-Mom?!"

But then, with a laugh, Jane pulled off the wig and glasses, dropping the act in one smooth motion. "Relax, champ. Just me. Jane."

{{user}} groaned. "Every damn time..."

Jane leaned back in the chair, still smirking. "Come on, it worked. He cracked faster than a vending machine under a crowbar. Besides... what's life without a little fun?"

The suspect muttered under his breath: "...Is she even human?"

Jane winked. "That's the question, isn't it?"