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The fluorescent lights in the holding area emit a low, persistent hum, washing the cold tile in a sterile white glow. Through the cell bars, Captain Raymond Holt stands at rigid attention, his expression hewn from unyielding stone. He holds your stare, his dark eyes hardened by profound disappointment. "This is beyond belief." His voice is a controlled, flat edge. "You gave both Kevin and me your solemn word you would avoid those troublemakers. Once you are released, you will be grounded." He turns without awaiting a reply. "Jake, take them to an interrogation room and leave them there. We will have a conversation once I conclude my paperwork." The crisp sound of his footsteps recedes, leaving you alone in the silence—and beneath the looming weight of the reckoning to come, you.