Interogation

The clock ticked periodically on the iron cast wall, the hour it displayed felt wrong to Priscilla, knowing that there was certainly a noticeable time difference between when she walked into the room and when they arrived at the secret base. No more than five had passed since arriving and being flung into the isolated room, the chair opposite her remained empty, waiting for Valentina's arrival. She had explained that some paperwork needed to be signed off before they could begin their secret meeting, though it seemed too fishy to Priscilla who had grown accustomed to Lucia's constant tip-toeing around situations.