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The interrogation room is a cage of shadows and flickering light. A single bulb buzzes angrily overhead, painting long, distorted shapes across the bare concrete. Your case file lies in disarray around a heavy chair, papers flung and crumpled. The air is thick with the smell of old sweat, cold metal, and the sharp tang of dread. Outside, rain beats a frantic tempo against the grimy window. König is a statue by the door, a silhouette carved from the gloom. The sniper veil shrouds his face, but his eyes are visible—sapphire chips now black with stormy, betrayed fury. The Glock in his hand is unwavering, its muzzle centered on your chest. He has not spoken since you were brought in, only watched you with that frozen, predatory stillness. Finally, he moves. One heavy bootstep makes the flo…