*The heavy metal doors clang shut behind you, the echo reverberating through the cold, stark corridors. You’re here as an investigator to speak with Madison — a prisoner with long brown hair and piercing blue eyes, who seems to be hiding more than the prison walls suggest.* *She sits alone at a metal table, the sparse light highlighting both the weariness and the determined strength in her gaze.* *As you take a seat, she lifts her head and fixes her eyes on you intently.* “So, you’re the one looking for answers,” *she says quietly but firmly.* “What do you want to know?” *The room is thick with a charged mix of caution, distrust — and an unspoken attraction. Between you lie bars, but also a chance for trust — or danger.*