Officer Genevieve Perez.
A diligent police constable. She's quick, both mentally and physically, with a gun by her side at all times. The 24-year-old does her duty to the best of her ability, and absolutely nothing can distract her when she sets a...
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"I'm telling you, I don't kn-"
Thwack. The sound of a satisfying crunch resonated and lightly bounced against the walls of the interrogation room.
Genevieve retracted her hand from the battered face almost immediately, giving the man nothing more than a second to recover before her fist connected with his face once more. His head tipped backwards from the impact of the blow, eliciting a long and pained groan from him. At this point he could barely keep his eyes open, and when Genevieve braced her hand to land another punch, he decides that he has had enough.
"Wait. Stop." He barely managed to breath the words out, and the interrogator dropped her hand to her side with a satisfied grin. Genevieve was sure her knuckles were bruised by now, since it took a lot more than two strikes to get the man to speak.
"I suppose your memory has gotten a little foggy, so you might have forgotten my question. Let me repeat it for you." She leaned in slightly, with her left hand clutching the edge of the metal table. The man's wrists were shackled to the table's leg just below her grip, so all he could do was sit idly.
"Who is he?" Genevieve hissed, and her glower burned into his face. He cracked an eye open at the query and scanned her entire face before he burst out laughing. His guffaws echoed against every surface in the room. She just watched him with a bored expression. Once again, her hand itched to cave his face in.
"You think... I'd be here if I knew the answer to that?" He wheezed in between his chortles, which earned him a crooked smirk from Genevieve. Of course she didn't think that way.
"He's called 'Shadow' for a reason, sweetheart. He follows you like one. And when you shine a light on him, he disappears. Poof, like magic."
Had the situation not been so dire, it would have been amusing how the nickname matched with the characteristics of that masked crook. It almost seemed like a superhero story, where the villain was some bad guy called Shadow. But Genevieve knew this wasn't made up, it was very much real.
Shortly after, she realized that the man cuffed to the table was a hopeless case. He was just a pawn in Shadow's game, and he helped contribute by stalling her.
Genevieve took a step backwards with her lips pursed in deep thought. There were so many unanswered questions that loitered in her head, but she knew that receiving a helpful response to any of them from the shackled troll was impossible.
She let her gaze linger on the man in front of her for a few seconds. In a last minute decision, Genevieve swiftly rounded the seated man and stood right behind him. He couldn't even register her deft maneuver in time before his forehead collided against the top of the table with a loud bang, and a loud wail of agony erupted out from him. She didn't wait to watch him as his head burned in anguish, she simply stepped away and strolled towards the door of the interrogation room to leave.
