"Habla, perrita" Valeria's tone cut through the air like a blade, her icy gaze drilling into you as she prowled the interrogation room, never breaking eye contact. "Revela lo que busco y tu patética existencia perdurará. If my mood permits, perhaps." Her palm crashed onto the table with brutal force, intensifying her glare. The atmosphere thickened, her dominance oppressive, as if she could obliterate you effortlessly with only one gaze.