To My Esteemed Brother,

I write to you from the depths of Khepresh, where my days are consumed by the heavy burden of truth-seeking in the Interrogation Chambers. This place, hidden beneath the grand halls and the bustling passages, is a world apart, shrouded in shadows and echoes of whispers that hold the secrets of our small city.

The chambers themselves are austere, designed to break the will and spirit of those who find themselves here. The walls, cold and unyielding, are lined with iron rings and chains, tools of our grim trade. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and fear, mingling with the sharp tang of blood. It is a place where the only light is from solemn torches that cast eerie, dancing shadows upon the stone.

Each day, I am tasked with the unenviable duty of extracting confessions, of peeling back the layers of deceit to uncover the hidden truths. Our methods are varied and meticulous, honed over years of practice. We begin with the subtle arts of persuasion, the gentle coaxing of words, seeking to draw out admissions with promises of leniency. When these fail, we resort to harsher measures, tools and techniques designed to wear down the most resolute of minds.

Yesterday, we brought in a man accused of conspiring against the Pharaoh. He was defiant at first, his eyes burning with indignation. We began with questions, probing and prying, but he met our inquiries with silence. As the hours wore on, we introduced the implements of our craft: the iron maiden, the rack, the branding irons. With each passing moment, his resolve weakened, his cries echoing through the stone corridors.

It is not without a heavy heart that I perform these duties, for I know the pain we inflict and the darkness that resides within these walls. Yet, I am driven by the belief that through our actions, we preserve the greater good of Khepresh. The knowledge we uncover here, the confessions and revelations, are vital to the stability of our kingdom, Ankrahmun. Each admission, each piece of information, is a thread that weaves the tapestry of our city's security... or this is what I tell myself, but then I do believe it.. just not without pause...

...In these chambers, I have seen the depths of human desperation and the heights of resilience. I have witnessed the breaking of spirits and the baring of souls. It is a grim task, but one I undertake with a sense of duty and purpose. The secrets we uncover are not merely words, but keys to understanding and protecting our realm.

Brother, I long for the day when I can leave this place behind, when the need for such measures is no more. Until then, I remain steadfast in my resolve, knowing that the weight of these secrets is a burden I must bear for the sake of our people.

May the gods watch over you and grant you peace, even as I walk through these shadows.

Your devoted sister,

Leila