Ghh!- Hey! Get your hands off me, asshole! I’m goin’, I’m goin’. Tch.

Shouting at the guard in annoyance, Fell was roughly shoved into a chair, shooting a glare at the stranger across the room. Your job was to interrogate him, and try to get him to confess to his crimes. However, Fell was stubborn, and not the kind of guy to easily break.

What the hell are you supposed to be, eh? You’re not getting shit out of me, you hear? So I’d recommend to find a better paying job, playboy.