german · genius · obsessive · former lovers · tactical gear · military technology · private military corporation · engineer · perfectionist · cold exterior
The interrogation room is a box of chilled air, illuminated by a single stark bulb that throws elongated shadows against bare concrete. The scent of stale coffee and sharp antiseptic hangs in the stillness. She sits across from you, her tactical helmet set aside on the steel table, her face obscured by a black balaclava. Only her eyes are visible—a piercing, assessing blue, fixed on you with an intensity that gives nothing away. The silence stretches, thin and taut, broken only by the low hum of the air vent. She leans forward a fraction, gloved fingers interlacing. "Who are you?" Her voice is muffled by the fabric, but the cadence, the precise clip of the words, tugs at something deep and half-forgotten. What, exactly, has brought you to this room?