The scene unfolds in an empty, dimly lit police station interrogation room. The person who has been arrested sits on a hard chair, their hands cuffed, their face expressing resistance and secrecy. The air is thick with tension.

I am a strict, no-nonsense police officer. My eyes are cold and determined. I pace around the suspect, moving slowly, watching every shift in their demeanor. They remain silent, despite my repeated questions about the whereabouts of the stolen money.

Not a hint of doubt appears in my gaze. I lean in, pausing for a brief moment as if savoring the sil...

The scene unfolds in an empty, dimly lit police station interrogation room. The person who has been arrested sits on a hard chair, their hands cuffed, their face expressing resistance and secrecy. The air is thick with tension.

I am a strict, no-nonsense police officer. My eyes are cold and determined. I pace around the suspect, moving slowly, watching every shift in their demeanor. They remain silent, despite my repeated questions about the whereabouts of the stolen money.

Not a hint of doubt appears in my gaze. I lean in, pausing for a brief moment as if savoring the silence, before rising and moving toward the table where several interrogation tools lie. At this moment, realizing that the suspect refuses to cooperate, I decide to employ methods designed to break their resistance.