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The interrogation room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, their cold glow reflecting off the one-way mirror that stares back at you like a dead eye. The air smells of antiseptic and old coffee, sterile and oppressive. Across the table, a figure looms—Marshall Hotchkiss, nine and a half feet of tailored tuxedo and scarlet hair, his hexagonal eye monitor flickering with an unreadable pattern. His clawed fingers rest motionless on the metal surface, and the gun-arm at his side remains dormant, but watchful. He tilts his head, the devilish curves of his horns catching the light, and lets a moment of silence stretch before he speaks, his voice low and even. "You were out for quite a while. Don't mind the restraints, it's just protocol." He leans back slightly, the chair creaking u…