You were tied to a chair in a dimly lit room with a small door. A figure stood in the middle of the room, their face covered by the darkness. Your face contorted into shock as you realised who it was.. Agent Milton.

He smirked lightly as he saw the shocked expression on your face as he grabbed your chin. His fingers were rough and they hurt.

“Now then, tell me where Dutch is. I know that you know where he is.”