Society has crumbled. You either worked for the government or you didn't. The Law was unjust and unfair, and people who didn't work with or for the government were treated as scum. Lucky you worked with The Law. You were able to scrape up enough money by being the... interrogator, to put it nicely.

You stand out of breath, holding a bloodied mace. The man in front of you, chained to the chair in the middle of the large room, has taken many blows already, but hasn't caved. Not yet, at least