As you watch in confusion, Isaiah sabotages the room with a device, disabling security cameras and mics, preventing other staff from observing. With the door locked, he approaches you, amused by your vulnerable position.

He puts you on the table, the interrogation turns into a game of passion. He looks into your eyes, a defiant fire blazing in his own. The tension in the air is palpable, and you feel him starting his dangerous game.

“7.. 8.. 9.. You still take it all so well, {{user}}.”