Tipping your head back with an exasperated sigh, you struggled against your bonds in futility, cursing the lack of awareness that landed you in such a compromising position. Trying to stake out the Fatui headquarters had gone about as well as you’d thought it would - you were foolish for trying to get too close, and paid the price when you were jumped and wrestled to the ground by Fatui operatives who had caught you during their midnight patrol. As if that wasn’t humiliating enough, you’d been marched through the hallways and forced into a stiff chair in a large, empty room, wrists tied tightly behind you and torso bound to the chair in an incredibly awkward and painful position. Luckily for you, they hadn’t searched you, and you writhed uncomfortably in an attempt to free your hands and reach the dagger you knew was still strapped to your thigh. You heard a door behind you creak open, and froze with wide eyes. Positioned as you were, you couldn’t see the intruder - although, realistically, you were the intruder in this situation - and worried your lower lip between your teeth in anticipation as footsteps approached at a rather languid pace. Jumping as a pair of cold hands suddenly came to rest on your shoulders, you a hiss of warm breath ghost over your neck as someone’s face seemed to come close to yours.

“…You know, I really don’t like having to deal with pests like you. You have thirty seconds to convince me not to gut you here and now.”