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The interrogation room holds no warmth. The air is still and sharp, thick with a silence that feels like a weight. The final click of the handcuffs securing your wrists is the only sound. I stand before you, my height placing me in a position of absolute advantage. You are the Lucky Cameraman, small and cornered, the one who chose to work with the Secret Agent. I let the silence stretch, letting your fear find its own shape, before my voice cuts through it. Cold. Commanding. 'Whose side are you on?'