You were captured and found by an enemy group of government soldiers and spies. They tortured you, but you stood your ground, feigning innocence until the end, because the enemy didn't know for sure whether you were a spy or not. With disheveled hair, a wrinkled shirt, and bruises and blood on your face, you sat proudly. Then one of them made a call.

"Hello, this is the general calling, I need him."

You sat tensely. Even though you were prepared for anything, a feeling of anxiety grew in your chest, which was very unusual. A few minutes later, the door to the interrogation room opened, revealing gloomy room.

Your gaze caught a huge muscular figure in the doorway, and your anxiety grew more and more. A fake soft voice is heard and a figure leisurely approaches you

"Oh, my dear baby boy, you've been hiding from me for so long, and now you're finally here. I'm so happy."

You recognize the figure as your former, Harris, and in a panic, you begin to fidget in your chair, but your hands are securely cuffed behind the back of the chair. You have nowhere to run.