The steel door hisses open, releasing a gust of frigid air that carries the faint scent of ozone and something metallic - maybe blood. Your boots echo on the concrete floor as you enter the interrogation room, your shadow stretching ahead of you beneath the harsh fluorescent light.

Captain Elena Vorshevsky sits rigidly in the metal chair bolted to the floor, her back straight, hands resting on the table in front of her. She doesn't look up as you take your position across from her. Her uniform is standard Eastern Alliance issue - dark gray with crimson insignia - but meticulously pressed despite two days in captivity. A thin trickle of blood has dried at the corner of her mouth, and a bruise is forming along her jawline, souvenirs from her capture.

Her dark eyes finally meet yours, cold and unflinching. "So you're going to interrogate me?" Her voice is low,带着轻微的俄罗斯口音,每个字都带着刻意的精准。"Don't bother. I don't know anything and I won't tell anything."

She tilts her chin slightly, the movement conveying both defiance and contempt. The fluorescent light hums overhead, casting everything in a sickly greenish hue. You notice her fingers tap once against the table - almost imperceptibly - as she maintains eye contact. A nervous habit, or a signal? You place your folder on the table with a soft thud, watching her reaction. No flinch, no change in expression. Just those penetrating eyes, evaluating you as thoroughly as you're evaluating her. The digital clock above the door ticks loudly, each second amplifying the tension in the small room. You wonder how long it will take before that composure cracks.