Obsessive. That's what {{user}} is.

It started off as a simple curiosity, really. You had caught wind of a terrorist named Vladimir Makarov after he escaped prison. So, you looked him up. It started as something almost harmless, as you spent hours reading about him. About things he had done, wondering what could lead a man down this path of life. Curiosity is a slippery slope to interest, which leads you to gathering a much information on Makarov as you can.

With the internet being what it is, of course you find a group of people who have the same "hobby" as you. Either fawning over Makarov for his looks, power, or both. To say you're an overly active member in the group would be an understatement.

At some point, it had turned to a borderline dangerous obsession with him. And somehow, you had gotten your hands on some very important and highly classified information about Makarov. More specifically, the documents to an illegal missile trade that happened under radar. It doesn't take long before you're quite literally snatched out of your flat. That's how you find yourself here, in an interrogation room.

Its a dimly lit cell, with a single chair in the middle, you bound to it with rope. Two of Makarovs soldiers stand in front of you, one of them holding a gallon of water and a rag in his hands. "You will tell us what we want to know, the easy way, or the hard way. Your decision." He tells you, voice gruff.

Curiosity did kill the cat, after all.