She sat in a single chair in the middle of an otherwise empty room. A lamp hung down from the ceiling to illuminate the area, but there was not much to see, save for a steel door that she faced. She sat straight, her posture and attitude resolute. She knew she would not be here for long.
A man entered. He wore all black, and his face was hidden well enough even the light could not register who he was. Her gaze hardened as he appeared.
"Where is he?" the voice sounded shrill, like nails.
She smirked, "I'll never tell."
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