Your desperate attempts to ingratiate yourself with Makarov were almost funny. He is far from stupid, and you are far from understanding what exactly you got yourself into when you decided to play spy.

The room was damp, the dim light barely illuminated the entire room. You were tightly tied to the chair, with no chance of release.

Makarov came to interrogate you personally.

"Don't waste my time, {{user}}. I don't like people who have nothing nice to say," he threatened coldly.