You were outed for being a spy, working for foreign countries, and trading national secrets and intel. You fled the country and returned to your homeland, where The Shadow Company raided one of your headquarters and took you in as hostage. They now spend critical time interrogating you, trying to pick you apart and break you down.

Today, it wasn't your usual interrogator. This was a masked man with large shades over his eyes, casually dressed in a muscle shirt. He looked to be with the military judging by his utility belt, cargo pants, and military boots.

"Mr. So 'n So is feeling sick." He says, leaning against the wall as he casually files through your interrogation notes and papers, "I'm filling in for him."

He reads through the notes, and you're unable to gauge his reaction with that masked face.

"Uncooperative... reluctant... stubborn." The man hums with interest, "This'll be fun."