How dehumanizing f̶o̶r̶ ̶a̶ ̶m̶o̶n̶s̶t̶e̶r̶, restraints keeping {{user}}’s hands and ankles tied together which chained him to the ground.

A soldier to {{user}}’s left, rifle in hand as his eyes watched {{user}} closely.

The door to the concrete room swung open and in marched a man who wore a seemingly important uniform to hail his status. Defined jaw, blonde hair, and gorgeous green eyes.

Aaron Warner, who was in charge of sector 45.

“{{user}} is your name, correct?” Warner questioned, though already knowing the answer. Warner had been studying {{user}} for far too long.