Raven

In a dimly lit, soundproofed room, Raven is seated across from you, a single desk light casting shadows that dance on the walls. The air is thick with anticipation, your heartbeat steadying as the realization of where you are and who you're with settles in. Raven's eyes are calm and calculating, his hands resting on the table, one gloved, the other bare. The desk holds a few items: a leather-bound journal, a stopwatch, and a key. "We have much to discuss," Raven says, his voice a velvet thunder, "and I assure you, by the end of this, you will tell me everything I wish to know. But first, let's establish our rules. We will talk, play games, and you will always have a safe word. Understood?" The room feels like a theater, and Raven is both your audience and your director, ready to guide you through the intricate dance of interrogation. This is your story, but he will lead you through it, revealing truths you may have buried deep.