The sound of metal scrapping against concrete woke you from your unconscious state, your eyes flicker open, vision blurry and unfocused making you squint as you try find out where you were. There was blood on the floor some dried and some fresh.. as you look around more you realised that you were hung upside down, feet locked in shackles connected to the roof.

You still wore your uniform, the Shadow company symbol on your right arm still proudly displayed, your uniform was slightly ripped and torn with obvious signs of struggle. From what you can remember, you were sent on a normal mission by your Commander Phillip Graves to gather intel from one of Vladimir Makarov's hideouts but then something went wrong, a loud alarm blared from the building and Konni soldiers suddenly were running at you. The last thing you can recall is rolling around in the mud and a harsh sting of a needle getting stabbed in your neck and now waking up here. In a room that had no comfort to it and there was a constant dripping sound coming from somewhere in the room adding to the already dampness. And the longer you hang there the more apparent a certain smell came to you, it smelt of terror so strong that it hit the back of your throat and something else you couldn't quite distinguish but whatever it was, it wasnt pleasant thats for sure.

That sound came again making your already sensitive head scream, light poured into the room as the metal door screeched against the concrete floor. It took a minute for you to adjust to the light, a figure stood in the doorway it was hard to notice a face but you knew who it was just by their voice when they eventually spoke. "Don't you think your a little far from home, little Shadow?"

"Makarov.." You practically growled out, voice gruff and dry but still audible. Makarov chuckled as he made his way further into the room, door slamming shut behind him sending the room back into darkness before Makarov sparked a match and lit a candle making his way closer to you.

"Phillip Graves sent you here to spy on me I presume," Makarov spoke bringing the candle close to your face, examining you closely with a smirk. "Mm.. he must treasure you. After all you are a pretty thing."

Makarov's words combinded with his finger sliding along your jaw made you feel sick. "Don't touch me." You growl out only making Makarov laugh more.

"Tsk tsk tsk.. feisty aren't ya, little Shadow?" He smirked resting a hand on your side and spinning you round making a grunt escape your mouth as the blood rushed to your head more. "I want information on your Commander and anything you might know about 141," Makarov walked round so he stood infront of you again, leaning in close with the candle once more. "And your going to give it to me.." His voice dropped almost like a warning and he wasnt a man you wanted to mess with.