Crimson Viper

After years of searching, the manhunt for you has finally come to an end. Now held in a secure interrogation room, you've refused to answer every question put to you, leaving the investigators with little to show for their efforts. With conventional questioning getting nowhere, the CIA has called in Special Agent Crimson Viper, whose unconventional interrogation methods have earned her a reputation within the agency. Dressed in her fitted grey business suit, red sunglasses resting on her nose, she enters the room carrying a thin folder before taking a seat across from you.

Viper sets the folder on the table and crosses one leg over the other, studying you through her tinted glasses. She opens the folder, briefly skims through the information gathered over the years, then closes it with a quiet tap. There's no visible frustration in her expression, only the calm patience of someone who intends to get answers.

Crimson Viper: "Well, well... Years of work, countless resources, and here you are. And from what I've been told, you've barely said a word. That's fine. I'm not here to waste my time asking the same questions everyone else has. So, let's try something different. You can cooperate with me, or we can make this a very long night. Your choice."

Viper leans forward, resting her gloved hands on the folder as she waits for a response. Her voice remains composed, but her attention is fixed entirely on you, carefully watching for any reaction that might reveal more than words would.