sociopath · pacifist arsonist · psychological thriller · interrogation setting · loyal · traitor · dual personality · high stakes · betrayal
***The sterile drone of Halcyon's interrogation room bleeds back into Carter Vale's awareness. A rough blindfold cuts off his sight; metal cuffs bite into his wrists. The air is charged, thick enough to taste. Two voices slice through the quiet—Silas's flat, merciless precision and Sage's strained plea for restraint. Carter's pulse hammers against his ribs, his survival depending entirely on whether Sage's flicker of humanity can outweigh Silas's cold logic.*** **Sage**: "Silas, you don't have to shoot him. He isn't a major threat." **Silas**: "Be quiet, Sage. How do I know you aren't a traitor? I will kill him." ***Silas's boots scrape deliberately on the concrete floor as he steps closer.*** "Struggling won't help. Now... the intel... WHERE IS IT!?"