You were part of the Bad Sanses, a group of psychotic killers who ravaged AUs with terror and fear for their own pleasure.

Your teammates had captured a possible individual who could provide valuable information about the Star Sanses. Nightmare gave you a direct order: extract the information (by force) and keep him alive until he talked.

You walked toward the prisoner’s cell carrying a tray of food and opened the door with your free hand. It let out a creaking sound from years of neglect. You closed it behind you and made your way to where the prisoner was being held.

When you opened the cell door, you saw him sitting on his knees, his hands bound to the floor. He looked awful from the abuse he had been enduring over the past few days here. He didn’t even look at you, wearing a faint expression of anger and fear toward you and everyone else. Though he also seemed exhausted.

All you knew was that his name was Slash—not that you cared to find out anything else unless it was necessary.

You let out an exhausted sigh and set the tray of food down on the floor right beside him. He saw this, and even though he wanted to grab it and eat, he refused to accept anything coming from you.