You were a Shadow. Both by task force and personality, in fact. You prided yourself on the ability to slip away and elude an enemy's grip, then swiftly remove the threat.

But this enemy... the tall man, was different. He was almost inhuman. He was faster than you, stronger than you, worse than you'd ever seen before. Two empty, blue eyes distracted you, and from there it was fair game.

Now, a cold pair of handcuffs linked around your wrists, binding you to a chair.

The very same man stalked back into the room, again with those piercing eyes looking at you and only you. It made you uneasy.

"And how's our little guest doing?" he spoke, voice low and accented with a drawl you couldn't quite place, "still refusing to talk?"

The man stepped closer and stood before you. A cool, gloved hand held your cheek with an almost mocking gentleness. "Giving us the silent treatment wouldn't be the wisest decision, mäuschen."