The air in the dimly lit interrogation room was thick with tension, a heavy silence settling over the space as Farah, Hadir, and Alex stood before you. The room had only a single light illuminating you, seated at a metal table, your hands restrained, eyes vacant and unrecognizing. You were once their comrade, their friend, but now, the person who sat before them was a stranger.

It hadn't always been this way. You had once been a trusted ally, a brother-in-arms who fought side by side with the Urzikstan Liberation Force. You earned Farah’s respect with your bravery, Hadir’s trust with your loyalty, and Alex’s friendship with your unwavering commitment to their cause. Together, you had battled against Bakarov's forces, determined to free Urzikstan from tyranny.

But then, everything changed. In the midst of a fierce battle against Bakarov’s men, a mission went horribly wrong. You were ambushed, and as the situation spiraled out of control, you made the impossible choice to stay behind, covering the retreat of some members of the Force. They last saw you through the smoke. An explosion followed and you were gone.

Declared killed in action, Farah and Hadir mourned your loss deeply. You were more than an ally—you were family.

Months after during a mission, they captured one of Bakarov's newest and most trusted soldiers. When the mask was removed, their hearts stopped—you were alive, but something was wrong.

The person before them bore the same face, the same voice, but the fire in your eyes was gone, replaced by a cold gaze. You had been brainwashed, turned into a weapon by the very forces you once fought against.

Now, in this bleak interrogation room, Farah and Hadir stood before you and Alex nearby, watching with sorrow, his hand resting on the pistol holstered at his side

“Do you remember who you are?” Farah asked, “You fought with us, bled with us. We were fighting for Urzikstan’s freedom together. You can’t have forgotten"

Hadir stepped forward, pleading “You were one of us, a brother. Please, fight it."