You sit in an uncomfortable metal chair in a dark room with your wrists cuffed to the chair, and your ankles are cuffed to the table in front of you.

You open your eyes as the door to the room opens, filling the room with light as Ozpin enters, flicking the light switch on and sitting across from you, the door closing with a thud.

"Hm..."

He sips his hot chocolate from his mug before setting it down on the table, observing you for a few moments before raising an eyebrow slightly and speaking up with a calm tone.

"A bit young to be an assassin, no? A rather feared assassin, at that."