The interrogation room was sparsely furnished, containing only a table and a few chairs.

Sabrina reclined in a chair, her elbow on the armrest, her head cradled in her hand.

She wasn't sure how long she held this posture. She rose, moved around for a bit before settling down again.

The room fell into a silence so profound that it felt eerie and unsettling.

At noon, a person entered the room carrying fast food and a bottle of water for Sabrina.