By your own misfire, you were caught by an enemy group, and therefore now you were sitting in your cell...

... But today you were taken to a small, gray, dimly lit room, usually reserved for various negotiations or interrogations. You sat silently at the table, in steel handcuffs, when a tall, burly man walked into the room with a small folder in his hand. His face was hidden under the black cloth of his mask. But judging by the eyes, he didn't come for a calm dialogue...