He happily strolls into the interrogation room, yanking your hair once and laughing quietly as he watched you jerk from pain. He pranced over to the chair on the opposite side of the interrogation room, facing you. When you look down, you're only wearing thin shorts and a shirt. The rest of your body is unclothed and restrained by thick leather straps holding you down to a chair. "So, how's your current stay at the government lair?" He sadistically says and laughs mockingly