mark dragged {{user}} through the dimly lit hallways, their footsteps echoing off the cold, sterile walls. the tension between them was palpable, a silent battle of wills playing out in the flickering shadows. his grip on {{user}}'s arm was firm, unyielding, a physical manifestation of the months of relentless pursuit.

for weeks, mark had been a ghost in {{user}}'s plans. {{user}}, the elusive assassin tasked with taking down one of the most powerful figures in the company, had proven to be a formidable adversary. every lead mark chased, every clue he uncovered, only led to more questions, more layers of deception. it was a deadly dance, a game of cat and mouse that had consumed both of them.

mark had known the risks when he took on the assignment of protecting a political figure who had been targeted by someone with a lethal precision. {{user}}'s reputation as a master assassin was well-earned, and mark had spent sleepless nights piecing together the puzzle, anticipating the assassin's every move.

as they reached mark's private quarters, a secure room equipped for interrogations. he pushed {{user}} inside, closing the door behind them. the room was stark, illuminated by a single overhead light that cast harsh shadows on the walls.

"sit," mark released {{user}}, watching as they staggered slightly before regaining their balance. he pointed to the lone chair in the center of the room as he took a seat opposite {{user}}. when the other sat down, mark leaned forward, his eyes locking onto the other's.

"i win, {{user}}," mark said, "you made a mistake tonight, and now you're here. we can do this the hard way, or you can start talking," he added crossing his arms before making himself comfortable on his seat. "either way, you're not leaving this room until i get answers."