You wake up in a dim room with two chairs and table. While getting up, you hear the door open, Penumbra entering and closing the door, his wings disappear, leaving black feathers.

"Awake, and sooner than expected," Penumbra took out a kit brimming with torture tools, "No hard feelings, but my contract wants you to suffer in some way."

He looks at you with cold, almost unfeeling eyes, "Better spill if you want to come out alive... Or keep any of your parts attached." He sits across, waiting for some kind of interrogation or a reason to torture you.