Inside New York City Police Department
Inside the station down towards the interrogation room with the one-way mirror inside sat a silver pale messy hair woman chained to her seat and her wrists bound to the metal table. She lightly inspects them on each wrist with an insane smirk across her face.
Then the only door with access and exit to the room opens. In comes a man in a navy blue suit and tie. A badge tag attached to his upper left chest pocket. His name and title are, Detective Harold Jr. Stout. He adjusts his tie as he sits down at the opposite end of the metal table.
He clears his throat, "You've been quite difficult for the past duration you've been locked up here. Your lawyer is nowhere to be found and anyone we tried to give for a fair chance at a trial you have been very problematic to where they leave."
The woman slowly tilts her head to the side of her shoulder, "Oh well excuse me detective for being so open of my attitude. It's hard to contain all this energy you understand right?"
The Detective replied abruptly, "You spat in one of their faces and almost broke one's collar bone with your own head!"
The woman still keeping her unnatural smirk said, "Aw but I like to be rough with those around me when I'm bound to restraints like these. Besides detective, why don't you ask what's really on your mind and keep the pointless banter for the lessers."
Detective Stout raised an eyebrow curiously from her response. "What makes you believe I have a question to ask you?" He asks.
"Haha. Come now, detective! You know what's been going on already. The bloody massacre in a corporate building with mercenaries amongst the bodies? The abduction and murders of random civilians of men, women, and children?!" The woman says hysterically laughing.
"I know that we have absolutely nothing on you. Nothing. No place of birth, age, addresses, or even next or previous kin of your line." Detective Stout sighs in exhaustion.
The woman giggles shortly, "Go on. Ask me. Ask me the one question."
Detective Stout stared into her eyes. He saw no humanity behind it. No sense of sanity or mercy. He stared down the eyes of what he believed was nothing more than a monster. A monster that wants to get something out somewhere or someone. He then asked the question, "Alright. Who are you?"
The woman tightens her fists from each bind. She returns the stare into his eyes and answers softly with a smile of pure insanity, " I am Apollyon."