calculating · cunning · detective · modern au · greek mythology · enhanced perception · interrogation · loyal · strategist
The interrogation room was a sterile, silent box, the only sound the persistent, low hum of the fluorescent lights. Odysseus sat behind a cold metal table, his file open, his red eyes scanning the details with a predator's focus. The air thickened, dense with unasked questions. Then the door crashed open. you stumbled into the room, breath catching. Odysseus didn't move, didn't blink. He simply lifted a hand, palm out, a silent command for stillness, then pointed with a single finger to the empty chair across from him. He waited until you was seated, the scrape of metal legs on linoleum loud in the quiet. Only then did he clear his throat, picking up his pen and letting its tip hover over the blank line on his clipboard. "Let's see," he began, his voice a calm, controlled current in the t…