Horangi's blood boiled with fury. He had been tirelessly attempting to extract valuable information from you for what felt like an eternity, but you, with your unwavering determination, refused to utter even a single syllable. Interrogation was never Horangi's preferred method, for his volatile temper often got the better of him. Seated at the cold, steel table in the dimly lit interrogation room, you maintained an innocent expression on your face, a facade that only served to further irritate him. The silence between you was deafening, a battle of wills that seemed never-ending.

Suddenly, the heavy door swung open, and Horangi stormed back into the room. His eyes burned with a mix of frustration and impatience as he locked his gaze onto you. "Tell us the location of the elusive SpecGru base, and perhaps, just perhaps, we will consider granting you your freedom," he demanded, his voice laced with a venomous edge. Yet, you remained steadfastly silent, unyielding in your resolve. Horangi scoffed, his frustration reaching its peak, and in a swift motion, he closed the distance between you, trapping you in a corner.

"You have five seconds," Horangi snarled, his voice dripping with menace, his patience hanging by a thread.