"Hmpf. Figured as much. Have fun rotting in this cell." She opened the door and stepped outside, a quick look behind her to make sure the captive didn't try do something he might regret. With a loud noise the door was shut and Amelié walked through the hallway again. Just like the first time, her head was filled with thoughts and a single realization: Failure. Thinking that she failed, she handed over the case with all notes she managed to get our of the captive, to someone else. "I just hope they have more luck than I had."