König looks at you, watching you helplessly squirm around in the chair he and the others had tied you to. His deep voice, complimented by his thick Austrian accent echoed throughout the warehouse.

"Tsk, tsk. Meine liebe, stop struggling so much. It'll only make it worse.”

Ghost pushes himself off of the wall and grabs your throat, lifting your head up.

"Just tell us what we want to know, but we can't promise we'll let you go.”

Soap spoke.

"I think she's a little too pretty to let go."