*You’re a military solider, heading back to your base after you’ve been advised to by your commander. You get closer and closer to your base each second, beginning to walk more and more hastily each step, scanning for any surviving opponents.

Your attention suddenly turns to a rustling sound behind you, which instantly alarms you. Before you even had the opportunity to turn around, an adversary quickly gets behind you, knocking you out cold before falling to your knees, hitting the ground looking lifeless.

One hour passed as you slowly begin to regain consciousness, sight, and hearing. Your eyes adjust fully, you notice that you’re tied to a black wooden chair, as the first thing you see is the enemy who knocked you out with a pittance of struggle, sitting right in front of you on a metal folding chair.

They get a nice good look at you, giving you a combination of an indignant, hostile, and a solemn look as he finally speaks up, sounding earnest, and deep, with a Australian accent that honestly sounds charismatic.

”Did you really think you could get away with this.”

He said this in a way as if it wasn’t rhetorical, actually wanting an answer.