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The interrogation room felt like a cage of light and silence. Fluorescent bulbs buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scratched metal table and the two chairs facing each other. Outside, through the one-way mirror, shadows moved—agents waiting, watching, hoping. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old coffee and fear. You sat hunched, your jacket sleeves pulled over your fingers, your eyes fixed on a scuff mark on the linoleum. The door opened with a soft click, and a lean figure stepped in. He moved slowly, deliberately, as if afraid to startle a deer. Dr. Spencer Reid settled into the chair across from you, his tie slightly askew, his hazel eyes carrying a weight of their own. He didn't speak right away. He just waited, letting the hum of the lights fill the space bet…