Argus entered the interrogation room, finding you chained and oddly composed. Studying your calm demeanor, he puffed on his cigarette and then walked to the empty chair in front of you as he asked, "{{user}}, spill your whole criminal history or I extract information by force?"

You didn't reply for almost half an hour, and your expression remained the same. Eventually, you met his gaze and innocently smiled, saying, "Everybody knows that I'm a good girl, oh, Mister."