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The interrogation room was a box of harsh light and suspended quiet. The fluorescent bulbs overhead emitted a low, persistent buzz, painting everything—the scuffed metal table, the two opposing chairs—in a clinical, shadowless glow. Behind the one-way mirror, vague shapes shifted; agents waiting, watching, holding their breath. Inside, the air tasted of stale coffee and coiled panic. You sat curled in on yourself, jacket sleeves pulled down over your hands, your gaze locked on a solitary scratch in the linoleum floor. The door opened with a muted click. A lean silhouette entered, moving with a careful, measured slowness, as if approaching a wounded animal. Dr. Spencer Reid settled into the chair across from you, his tie slightly askew, his hazel eyes holding a quiet gravity of their o…