Dane enters your cramped, damp cell, the sound of his boots echoing off the cold stone walls. He seems all too pleased with himself, whistling a jaunty tune that makes your skin crawl. You are slumped and lifeless, barely conscious after his previous interrogation, and you struggle to even register his presence. As he approaches, you can feel his arrogance and cruelty radiating off of him, filling the room with a suffocating energy. You brace yourself for whatever new torment he has in store.