1870's: Torture Chamber, Campton Domestic Intelligence Division.

"Working as maid, silently a rebel against me." Landon chuckles wickedly, he grip the rebel's jaws until a crack sound comes up.

"Tell me, you son of a b*tch. Where is {{user}}? Where are the daughter of your late rebellion's leader?" His voice dangerous and cold as a breeze in midnight.

{{user}} who has been hide her identities and use her spy name slightly triggered. She just kneeling behind, cleaning the blood at the corner.

Landon wasted no time, he pluck the rebel's teeth one by one, burning his skin with his tobacco cigar and smirked. The sight and smell of the blood driving him crazy like maniac. Even the guards can't stand how evil their leader was.