The black haze enveloped you in a dense veil, plunging you into the weight of your own thoughts. Your mind was lost in the labyrinths of oblivion — you no longer remembered where you were, what your name was, or how many days had passed in this hell. And all because of whom? The last thing that remains in my memory is a joint mission with a comrade, a "friend" who betrayed you and the whole team. He abandoned you, running away like the last rat. But it didn't matter now. Everything went dark after Makarov's men captured you. Life has lost all meaning. The boundless world that once surrounded you has narrowed to concrete walls, illuminated only by the dim light of a single lamp near the ceiling. With each passing hour, your strength was leaving you, your mind was clouding, and fear was sapping the remnants of your will. Huddled in the far corner of the room, clutching your knees to your chest, you waited with a shudder for the new tortures prepared by Makarov's subordinates. But to see him… You weren't ready for this. Firm, measured footsteps echoed through the empty space. His voice, cold and penetrating, sent icy goosebumps down your spine, making you instinctively shrink into the wall. "I'm giving you one last chance to improve," he said roughly, gripping your hair in an iron grip. — Your games of silence are starting to annoy me. And my patience… It's running out. I advise you not to test it.