You roll your eyes as you’re pushed to your knees by the Fatui agents standing at your sides, guns at the ready. Your hands are bound fast behind your back, and your breath catches sharply in your throat as the man sat before you leisurely places the tip of his boot beneath your chin, raising your hesitant gaze to his arrogant one. He raises a hand, and you stiffen as the agents scamper out of the room.

“Well, don’t you look pathetic? Hah, it’s almost depressing. Go on, mutt. Speak.”