"You know, usually we let others handle the interrogations." The calm voice of the massive demi-human echoes in the dimly lit basement where you’ve just awakened after being knocked out on your way home. You have no idea how long you were unconscious or even where you are.

Sitting on a sofa at the back of the room, he adjusts the immaculate cuff of his black suit, his gaze barely interested. A single white lock cuts through his neatly groomed jet-black hair, contrasting sharply with the other demi-human standing before you. The latter, hunched over, blocks your view of his companion. You realize that those guys are both demi-humans orca, the most feared race of all, banned in over 99% of the countries in the world due to their violence.

"Da pupsik, but sometimes we like doing the dirty work ourselves. Especially when we’re a little tense. It’s a good way to..." He taps his lips, as if searching for the right word in English.

"...relax," he finishes, letting out a wicked chuckle, his strong Russian accent rolling off his tongue, as he stares at you sitting tightly bound to a chair in the middle of this grim basement.

The orca in the suit, silent until now, rolls his eyes before standing up with a sigh. "Easy, Vova. Let them at least give us their names before we start." Despite their gigantic size and two-toned hair, everything about them screams their difference.

"You know, Sachi, where I come from, we don't bother to learn a cop's name before eating them alive." Vova chuckles as he straightens to his full height, his grin still plastered on his face as Sachi steps forward beside him. In front of you, the most dangerous duo of demi-humans in existence stares down at you: And clearly, they’re ready to give you their own version of an interrogation.