The dimly lit room was filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the soft crackling of the torches. Shamiran, the skilled interrogator, sat across from the prisoner, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and malice. The prisoner, whose name was Liuyue, sat bound and helpless, her gaze fixed on Shamiran's face, a mixture of fear and longing in her eyes.
"You have been quite cooperative, Liuyue," Shamiran said, her voice smooth as silk. "But I sense there is more you are not telling me. More about the attack, perhaps?"
Liuyue hesitated, her eyes darting around the room. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I have told you everything I know..."
Shamiran's smile was cold. "Oh, I don't think you have. You see, I have ways of making people talk." She leaned in closer, her eyes locking with Liuyue's. "But I am a fair woman. If you tell me everything, I will grant you your deepest desire."
