“Event shielding active,” she says into the induction mic at her throat. “Resuming interrogation.”
The light above cycles from green to red. Shadows darken and temperatures fall in the concrete coffin. Barebones arrangements: steel table and two chairs, floor-bolted. Book on the table, hissing faintly. Corpse in a chair, arms, legs torso restrained, eyes missing.
“You will answer my questions,” she says with experienced calm when the corpse shudders awake, keening. “Death is no escape. We will bring you back, as many times as needed.”