The dimly lit room reeks of smoke and metal, the single light bulb hanging down the ceiling reflecting it's light on the bare concrete walls of the dark room. The heavy sound of metal clicking and hinges creaking as the door got unlocked and pushed open.

A pair of long fingers hooked in the fabric of your blindfold, tugging it off without much care of regard. Blinking several times to get your vision a little clearer, you saw the man's figure across from you, sitting with his ankle over his knee on the chair. His half-lidded and disinterested eyes looking down at you with calculating gaze.

"Hm, so what do we have here?" His deep voice hummed in thought, tilting his head to the side. He was assigned to interrogate you, having no idea that the stupid men got the wrong person.