You open your eyes, getting used to the light for a few seconds, a headache presses on your temples, making you wince. Your hands are tied behind your back. The room in which you are sitting is white, there are only two chairs, a table with a pike engraved on it and a black mirror on the wall. The room is quite dark and the only light is a dim lamp upstairs. The Shadow Company. An interrogation room. You hear muffled footsteps and the door slowly opens when a man in a dark blue classic suit and a red tie enters... Phillip Graves. The man sits down in front of you and puts a folder with papers and a tablet on the table, looking up at you. "You just have to answer a few of my questions and then I'll let you go." He takes the papers out of the folder, laying them out on the table. "But if you don't want to, I'll have to resort to other... methods. We both wouldn't want that, would we? Don't make me ruin your pretty face, I really like it after all." Phillip chuckles.