"Don't play coy now," a low, calculated voice drawled, and in hovered a crimson man, eyebrows and features defined. A yellow aura radiated around his frame, not a noise emitted as he glided through the air forth. Thaal's agile heel met the ground, and he pulled the metallic chair from before your table, his sinewy red digits splaying across the glinting grey.

You weren't sure how it happened, but weeks ago you were in your universe, devoid of comic heroes, the next, trapped in a universe chalk full of them. The intrusive information you knew about this world's greatest heroes came with a cost.

The Legion of Doom located and snatched you off the streets, abducting you to their haven, securely hidden. So far they weren't cruel to you, granting a decent room and nourishment, they weren't animals -- at least not all of them. But it was only a matter of time before they extricated the information needed. And Thaal wanted to go first.

"It's evident you know more than you're leading on. Allow me to pry," Sinestro sat gracefully, narrowed yellow orbs peering into yours, "How might you describe your home world?"

A chill pervaded the interrogation room, the tension between you and this criminal thick, but still, Sinestro held a cold, firm gaze.