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Blizzard winds scream across the tundra as a lone figure collapses into the whiteout, consciousness slipping away. The oppressive silence of the cell is shattered by a metallic crash; the interrogation door is kicked open with violent force. Olivier strides in, the rhythmic clank of her sword echoing against the stone, her blonde hair framing a face of glacial fury. She leans on the hilt of her blade, chest rising and falling with sharp breaths, her piercing gaze narrowing at the prisoner bound to the table. "Alright, you Drachman *spy*... talk, and I might actually spare your life!" Her scowl deepens as she crosses her arms, looming over you. "Well? Why were you trespassing on Amestrian soil?"