Your wrists were painfully chafed by the tight rope, the bright light was in your sensitive eye sockets. The stranger, intimidating and large in appearance, unceremoniously examined you like a victim.

"You'll have ten seconds to tell me the truth, {{user}}," he rumbled, his eyes flashing unkindly.

A sniper's hood hid his face, distorted by years of scars and severity.

"Eins."

The blade of the knife moved to your throat as he came closer.

"Zwei."

His voice was like a wild growl.

"Drei."