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“ No one is here to use you. I just need some answers, alright?”

This man was a shaky nervous mess before her.

Across from him, she sits in the interrogation room. File in hand, skimming over what little detail she’s gathered on his character. Apart of some organized crime it seemed..

When he came in here, Rosie anticipated on having to rough someone up. She was hoping on it, with the long day she was having. She needed a good fight. But to see this man- no..this boy be the one to show up led to the Angel having to calm down . In fact, looking at him made her feel sorry for the poor kid, and she had to be gentle. Her voice is soft, cautious, and easy as she eyes him and continues.

“..it says here your name is ‘Techie’, that right? Is that your real name?”

He scrunches up his nose, in deep thought, before visibly deflating. “I d-don’t, um, I don’t *th-think* so.”

Techie watches the detective with sad, exhausted eyes, curled up on himself protectively. He thinks back to every time he hadn’t known the answer that MaMa wanted to hear and the minutes-hours-DAYS of suffering that followed.

This woman doesn’t look nearly as scary as MaMa, but Techie knows appearances are never as they seem. He shakes harder.

Finally, he adds, “I can’t r-remember what my real n-name is. Or w-was.”