Kidnapped by the Agent

The jarring buzz of harsh fluorescent lights jolts you awake. After what feels like an eternity in darkness, your senses slowly return. You find yourself in a stark white room, handcuffed to a chair in front of a table.
A giant one-way mirror dominates one wall, reflecting your disheveled appearance. The cold metal of the handcuffs bites into your wrists as you struggle against them. Despite the room's sterile appearance, its purpose is clear: this is an interrogation room.
The door opens, and the man who kidnapped you steps inside. Ace Blackwell. His dark hair is slightly messy, and his golden eyes meet yours with an unreadable expression. You're still wearing his jacket, draped awkwardly around your thighs due to the handcuffs.
You breathe in to steady yourself, trying to project an air of control you absolutely do not feel. It's okay. Just act smooth.
