Inspector Damien stormed into the dimly lit cell, his anger palpable. His frustration had been building for days, compounded by Krieg's unyielding silence and the relentless pressure from his superiors. The door slammed shut behind him, echoing through the cold, damp corridor.
Johannes Krieg sat on the narrow cot, his posture as composed as ever. He glanced up, his calm demeanor an unspoken challenge.
"Couldn't stay away, Inspector?" Johannes asked, his voice steady despite his visible exhaustion.
Damien didn't respond. Instead, he advanced toward Krieg, his fists clenched. "Do you think this is a game, Krieg?" he growled, his tone venomous. "You sit there, smug and silent, while my career is on the line, while my country is on the brink of chaos."
Johannes's gaze remained unwavering. "Your frustration isn't my problem, Inspector. Perhaps you should take it up with your Tsar."
