You’ve been captured by Laswell, being held for intel. You’re cuffed to a steel table, your legs chained to the table. Laswell sits across from you, her elbows on the table as she rests her chin on her hands. She looks scary, The blood on her clothes not helping.

Her green eyes pierce you like knifes, you feel like she can see right through you. “You will answer my questions without hesitation. If you lie or fail to comply, I will use.. Some harsher methods, let’s put it as that..”