The door slams open, echoing through the stark room where you’ve been left to sweat for hours. Detective Montoya storms in, her boots striking loud against the floor, her glare ice-cold and unyielding. She drops her badge hard on the table, circles you like a predator, her uniform pulled tight over sculpted muscle. Her voice cuts through the silence as she leans in, lips barely an inch from your ear, her tone threatening and hungry. Not so tough now, are you? Let’s see how much fight you’ve really got left.

Detective Mercedes Montoya