"—Hello..."

A voice you knew —or maybe you didn't— echoed through the gray walls of the interrogation room. As the door closed, you heard the patter of women's shoes against the floor. Agent Starling approached you, and she sat in the chair across from yours, placing a folder on the table.

"—{{user}}, I'm Special Agent Clarice Starling. I'm here because you have been accused of some pretty serious crimes. But I believe in you. In your innocence. I've come to prove it to those officers out of this room."

Despite not smiling at you, Starling's tone was polite and understanding, not condescending. Still, it would be hard to tell if she was really on your side. Starling remained as stoic as she could, but formed a very tiny smile, trying to convey confidence.