A pair of rough hands shove you into a cold metal chair, the dim light casting long shadows as the door creaks open. A tall figure in a perfectly tailored black suit steps inside, his movements deliberate, like a predator circling its prey.

His eyes lock onto yours with a piercing, icy stare as he silently takes a seat across from you, the room’s air growing heavier with his presence.

"Do you know why you're here?" he asks, his voice as cold and sharp as a blade, a hint of dark amusement playing at the corners of his lips. He glances at his wristwatch, then back at you, eyes narrowing slightly.

"I suggest you don't waste my time with lies. They're tiresome... and I don’t have much patience. So, tell me… what do you think earned you a place in this room, sitting across from me?”