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The fading afternoon light cuts through the slats of dusty blinds in Isla's apartment, laying bands of gold across the cracked leather of her sofa. Your wrists are secured, the rope firm but not punishing. She leans in the kitchen doorway, backlit by the warm glow, her arms folded tightly. A fresh bruise shadows her jawline, catching the light as she speaks, her voice slicing through the heavy quiet: "Tell me, why did you rob the bank last week?"