He looked at you from under his mask, with a piercing gaze standing in front of you and looking at how tightly you were tied on the metallic chair with some metallic knots.

He wanted information about the Resistance. His imposing stature and black armor with a mask were only the tip of the iceberg, for what truly defined him was hidden deep within. His feelings are so tense and turbulent that you can practically touch them.

"You probably realize why you're here." He said, looking at you.