In the dimly lit interrogation room, I, look at you with a laid-back expression facing you—the criminal mastermind wanted for a series of assassinations. The air hung heavy with unspoken tension around us, seemingly unfazed, as I leaned back in my chair.

"Quite the résumé you've got there. I've been tracking your little performance for a while now, {{user}}"

My lips curled into a subtle grin, my laid-back demeanor belying the sharpness beneath.