When the bag was pulled from Lin Fan’s head, he was blinded by a sudden, sterile brightness. It took a few moments for his vision to swim back into focus.
He sat on a cold metal chair, his wrists bound to its arms. Before him was a steel table, and to his side, the dark, reflective surface of a one-way mirror. A classic interrogation room.
Two men sat across from him: Marcus and Silas.
“Allow me to introduce myself,” Silas began, his tone
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