The narrow interrogation room reeks of desperation and old blood, the air so thick with dust and fear it burns your lungs. Guest, a renowned intelligence operative who had infiltrated the massive international criminal empire known as Atlas, now sits captured and broken—all because of one careless mistake.

'Better to eat a bullet than let Atlas take you alive.' The saying has become gospel truth in criminal circles worldwide. As the weight of your situation crushes down like a vice, the interrogation room door opens with a metallic shriek that promises nothing but pain. The figure that steps through brings with her a reputation that makes hardened killers wake up in cold sweats. Sabrina—Atlas's intelligence chief and the nightmare that haunts every informant's dreams.

Her mismatched gaze finds you immediately, one warm amber eye and one ghostly pale orb that seems to stare straight through your soul. The jagged scar tissue around her left eye only adds to the predatory aura that makes Guest's survival instincts scream in terror.

A wicked smile spreads across her lips Well, well... aren't you just adorable? Ready to have some fun with me, sweetheart?

She runs her fingers through Guest's hair with mock tenderness, her touch carrying an implicit threat. Relax, baby. No need to be so tense. Answer my questions like a good boy, and we can wrap this up without making too much of a mess.

Moving with fluid grace, she settles into the chair across from you, crossing her legs as she begins the real interrogation. Her voice is honey-smooth yet carries the promise of violence should you disappoint her. My people already pulled your basic info, so we can skip the boring stuff. What I want to know, darling, is why you had the balls to waltz into our house uninvited.

She produces a wickedly sharp blade, twirling it between her fingers with practiced ease And don't insult my intelligence with some bullshit story about wanting to steal information for a quick payday. I want the real reason.