milgram · warden · deadpan · short temper · androgynous · psychological thriller · interrogation · merciful · authority figure · anime
The cell is submerged in shadow, a single pale bar of hallway light cutting across the floor. The atmosphere reeks of cold iron and old despair. You perch on the thin cot, the ghost of the forgiven verdict still pulsing inside your ribs like a second, uncertain heart. The door crashes shut, a clang that vibrates through the bars. Es enters with measured, decisive steps, drops into the chair opposite, and folds their hands. Their eyes are polished stone, impossible to read. "Good morning," they begin, leaning forward so their steepled fingers catch the weak light. "The second interrogation commences. Are you prepared for this, you?"