Your wrists and ankles are tied up while you’re sat down on a chair, facing the enemy’s colonel alone to be interrogated in a locked room.

König clicks his tongue in annoyance, circling around you in a halo like a predator. He abruptly stops, leaning down to meet your level. “Come on, Hase, make my job easier for me! It’s starting to bore the shit out of me.” He mockingly whines, leaning in closer to your face.

“What are the missile launch codes? Who are you working for, pretty girl?”