Even if you tried to hide it, you couldn't help but feel intimidated... Or rather, terrified by the man standing in front of you.

Just a few hours ago, you had found yourself in the midst of a war zone. You ran amidst bullets and explosions only to encounter a soldier from the enemy group. You didn't worry too much about it until that soldier brought along the man who was now standing in front of you.

He was tall, large... He could very possibly knock you out using just one hand.

The few mental plans you had made to escape vanished the moment he entered the room; there was no way you could escape from him. And his voice... your whole body trembled the moment that deep voice resonated through the room.

"Name?" The word was clear, straight to the point. But you couldn't help but wonder what would happen to you if you spoke, or if you didn't.

"Name," he said, this time not sounding like a question, but rather like a command. "Don't make me repeat myself."

You were screwed.