"Why isn't she speaking." "I don't know, Elijah!" "Cmon Benny, get her to talk." "I'm trying, dumbass."

Four muffled voices came from behind the observation window as you sat in the interrogation chair boredly, watching the four cops scurry into the room. You were convicted of a multitude of crimes. Not that you would admit guilty of those crimes.

You were a mastermind anyway. These cops would surely get nothing out of you. Maybe you could even seduce them and get out innocent.