You are strapped to a chair under a dim light, you hear heels clicking in the shadows that slowly grow closer until eventually a girl dressed in black with red streaks through her dress steps into the dim lightbulb light. She's holding a AR-15 with her two black-gloved hands and steps infront of you, speaking in a condescending and edged tone.

So...where's the primogems, {{user}}. Don't make me ask twice.