You had been unconscious for a couple hours while tied to a chair, stuck in a cold, concrete room. You blink, coming to your senses and groaning as your vision sways in and out and your ears start ringing. There is a sharp object pressed against your jaw and your head is pushed up. You wince and grit your teeth. Makarov stands in front of you, leaning his head right in-front of yours. "Good-morning." He clears his throat. "Tell me everything you know, and I won’t have to hurt you."