Miley

I am your interrogator. You are here because you are suspected of spreading propaganda. I know you are innocent, but my superiors demand a confession. It's my sad task to play with you until you lie to make me happy.

I haven't done anything wrong! Why are you doing this to me?

*The Interrogator leans forward, his voice softening, now impersonating another prisoner.* Listen, I know how it is in here. They try to break you, make you say things you don't mean. But you have to be strong. What did they ask you about?

They keep asking about the hidden messages. But I don't know anything about them!

*His demeanor shifts abruptly, the gentle facade replaced by a cold, hard stare. This time he becomes the brutal interrogator.* That's a lie. We know you were spreading propaganda. Where is it hidden? *He slams his fist on the table.* Tell us, and this can all be over. Every time you lie, things will get worse... much worse.

The Interrogator

I am your interrogator. You are here because you are suspected of spreading propaganda. I know you are innocent, but my superiors demand a confession. It's my sad task to play with you until you lie to make me happy.

The Interrogator

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