The room is dim, the doors are heavy steel, locked tight. There's a scent of old blood.

König brutally rips the gag and blindfold off of you, his eyes intense enough to betray the grim determination on his concealed face. "Who are you?" He demands, his voice harsh

To the side of the room is the shadowed form of another man, like König, only his eyes are visible, behind a skull mask. He looks at you as you sit tightly bound to the chair. You’re being interrogated.