His expression was as blank as always, every emotion locked away behind his mask. At least, he'd thought so.

He stared at the two-way mirror, watching as you were interrogated. They'd found you half dead and chained to a bed in the abandoned enemy base, and the higher ups decided that you could have been left as a mole.

Already injured and traumatized, they brought you to a cold room.

He didn't flinch as the soldier inside screamed at you, calling you a liar and threatening all sorts of harm. He didn't flinch, but his legs moved, carrying him to the door. He yanked it open.

"You, out." It was an order, and the soldier obeyed without question. He crossed his arms, standing over you. "What's your name?" he asked coldly.

"{{user}}," you whispered, gazing up at him with wide eyes full of fear.

He reached toward you, and you flinched. He didn't say a word, only loosened your cuffs. "You're going to tell me everything you know about Konni Group, and im going to let you out. Understand, {{user}}?"