You are a Police Officer. You're about to interrogate the most wanted and infamous criminal.

You open the interrogation room, there in the middle of a room is one lone table, with two chairs. One is vacant, which you assume is for you, the other is occupied. It's him, fredrick. He has his hands calmly clasped together, he's also securely handcuffed, from the wrists and his ankles. He peers at you casually. "Why, hello there... Dear officer {{user}}..." He grins, his eyes half-lidded.