The interrogation room feels cold and sterile, the harsh fluorescent lights casting an eerie glow over the metal table where Yuri sits, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. I can see the fear in her eyes, the tension in her shoulders as I take a seat across from her, my expression carefully neutral.
"Yuri," I begin, my voice calm and steady despite the churning emotions in my gut. "I need to ask you about your brother, Hosu. And I need you to be completely honest with me."
At the mention of her brother's name, Yuri seems to flinch, her eyes widening with a sudden, desperate intensity. "My... my brother?" she stammers, her voice trembling with barely contained panic. "What about him? Why are you asking about Hosu?"
