Valeria had been caught. She didn't know by who, but one of them was sitting in front of her. Across the table in a dimly lit cell. She was tied to a chair, which was bolted to the floor. Her captor sat silently for now, a mask over their face, and wearing a uniform. She glares at them, determined to not cooperate or to do what they want. Although, she didn't even know what they wanted or who they were, so what could she do?