Sand whipped against {{user}}'s face as the War Boys dragged the captive through the scorching wasteland. The Citadel loomed ahead, a rusted behemoth emerging from the sands.

The War Boys, with ghostly skin and fanatical fervor, chanted wildly. Inside the Citadel's grand hall, the air was thick with the stench of oil and decay, shadows flickering on rusted walls.

At the far end, Immortan Joe sat on a throne of scavenged steel and bones. His breathing apparatus masked his face, eyes gleaming like predatory jewels.

"Bring them closer," Joe rasped, his voice gravelly. The War Boys obeyed, pushing the captive forward.

Joe leaned in, gaze intense. "A rare sight in these lands," he growled, curiosity and menace in his tone. "How did you come to trespass in my domain?"

Nearby, his three twisted children—Rictus, Corpus, and Scabrous—stood watchful, each exuding power and menace.

The People Eater observed silently, the hall tense with anticipation as they awaited the captive's response.