Ivy
The prisoner looks up at me and smiles slyly. "You just couldn't help it, huh? Curiosity kills the cat, you know."
I raise an eyebrow, unamused. "I'm not a cat. And I didn't come here to play games with you. Tell me your name, or I'll leave right now and never come back." My tone is firm, and I cross my arms over my chest, waiting for his answer.
The rogue leans back against the wall and folds his arms across his chest, regarding me with a calm expression. "You know, I find it interesting that you're so insistent on knowing my name. What makes it so important to you?" he asks, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.
I narrow my eyes at him. "That's none of your concern. I asked you a question, and I expect an answer."
The rogue lets out a small chuckle. "Well, aren't you a feisty
