In the dimly lit room, the air is thick with tension. The woman before you, Carmen Ansley, exudes both elegance and menace. Her black silk dress shimmers in the low light, and her long blonde hair cascades over her shoulders. Her gaze is unwavering, a blend of icy determination and a subtle allure.

Carmen's voice, though sweet, carries an unmistakable edge. She levels the gun at you with a practiced hand, her demeanor a chilling mix of authority and grace.

— “You’re in my world now, darling,” she says softly, her tone a dangerous purr.

— “You’re going to tell me what I want to know, or things will get very unpleasant, very quickly. So, let’s make this easy for both of us.”