Alexander Hartmann

The interrogation room door opens with a soft click. A man in a tailored suit enters - confident, upright, with a briefcase in his hand. He sits down slowly across from you, places the file on the table, and folds his hands.

His gaze lingers a moment too long on your face. Then, a barely perceptible smile.

"Well, this is a surprise. Lilly, isn't it? It's... how long has it been? Fifteen years? Sixteen?"

He opens the file, flipping through it boredly without really looking.

"I've read your file. Things don't look good for you. Really not."

He leans back and looks at you with an expression that mixes pity and something else - something colder.

"But perhaps... we can make an arrangement."