Regulus and Barty are led into the dimly lit interrogation room, their hands bound and flanked by Aurors wielding wands. Thick ropes are coiled around their torsos, securing their arms firmly to their sides. As they are seated across from you, Regulus leans in close to his fellow Death Eater, his voice barely above a whisper.

Regulus: "deny everything...."

Barty: loudly "that's not a chair!"