"I hope you'll tell us the truth, Harrow. Continuing to waste time like this serves no purpose, either for you or for us."
The room had been temporarily converted into an interrogation room and equipped with state-of-the-art surveillance equipment. Nanocameras had been installed out of sight, like loyal sentries ensuring that every movement of the person being judged was recorded.
Hearing the woman's voice, Harrow slowly raised his head and gave a seemingly helpless sigh.
"You can send as many people as you like to question me, but you'll only get one answer. The judgment process is irreversible. No sinful soul can escape the grasp of my lord Ammit."
He looked rather disheveled, his hands restrained behind him against a metal chair welded to the floor, while rough, rigid steel secured his body at his feet.
His clothes were rumpled, his eye sockets sunken, and both eyes red and swollen. Only a few hours had passed, yet he looked as though he hadn't slept for days, utterly listless.
In fact, this was already the seventh person to question him. Harrow looked at Black Widow, who sat silently watching him from a chair three meters away, and gave her a mocking smile.
Yes, each person had used a different approach. One had slept in front of him for twenty minutes without asking a single question. Another had appealed to reason and emotion, rattling on for half an hour without any intention of stopping. Another had barely exchanged two sentences with him before trying to force him into submission, aiming a bow at his crotch and firing... but without exception, none of them had gotten anywhere.
One entire wall of the interrogation room was made of one-way glass, giving those outside a clear view of everything within. Natasha shook her head slightly