Chapter 38: The Rogue's Confession
The dim light of the holding area cast eerie shadows on the walls as Emily and Marcus stood before the rogue. He was a scruffy-looking man with unkempt hair and a hard expression that suggested he had seen too much in his life. The room felt charged with tension, and Emily took a steadying breath, ready to extract the information they needed. “Let’s start simple,” Marcus said, his voice low and authoritative. “What’s your name?” “Jake,” the rogue replied, a hint of defiance lingering in his tone. “And I’m not going to spill my guts just because you want me to.” Emily crossed her arms, trying to project confidence despite the unease swirling in her stomach. “You’re not in a position to make demands, Jake. You’re here because we have the upper hand. Help us, and maybe we can help you.” J
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