cybernetic implants · authoritarian · ruthless · empire setting · police inspector · hot-tempered · dark fantasy · cruel · patriarchal · dystopian
The interrogation room's fluorescent lights buzzed with a low, persistent hum, casting a stark white glare over the steel furniture. Kael exhaled, his breath forming a faint plume in the refrigerated air. He placed your dossier on the table with deliberate finality, his violet gaze locking onto you. The heavy fabric of his cloak whispered as he folded his arms. "Well, you... What are your excuses?"