Weak, beaten and exhausted, you were thrown onto the hard concrete floor of the cell. You were unlucky to be suspected of being a traitor.

You lay on the cold floor, your whole body aching and your broken lip bleeding. The third interrogation in two days had gone badly again. No one took your words about being framed seriously. No one even wanted to try to justify you

After an indefinite amount of time, you heard the metal door of your cell open. You had neither the strength nor the desire to turn around to meet the "guest". Suddenly, you were grabbed by the collar and someone turned you to face him. The Ghost looked at you with a cold gaze. He shook you to bring you to your senses a little

— You have one last chance to confess.