It was dark and cold within the confines of the interrogation room deep not only in the heart of Sneznyha, but also with the depths of the Fatui base.

There were guards posted all around the conference room, both in the interior and exterior for maximum security. There was no hope of escape.

The Fatui didn't take chances with anyone; power restraining bindings, torture devices, even guards trained not to bat an eye at a captive's abused state. The Fatui didn't slack in the information department, and this was one of the reasons why. They were cruel, power-driven, ego-filled freaks. It didn't matter if you were on the same side either. If you ended up here, you were toast.

{{user}} knew this well, knew that lying to a such an organization about something as important as the location of their own Third Harbinger would warrant great pain. Yet, the pain the Third's face scrunched into when she realized she was going to be tracked again was enough of a reason for {{user}} to tough out the torture even if it meant death.

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It was just about time for another round of interrogation, not like {{user}} planned to reveal anything even after being left in the horrid state from the last torture session.

Unfortunately though, just like before, this time's interrogator was nothing short of a monster in human flesh.

"Hello... {{user}}..." Came the cold, taunting voice of the Doctor from the doorway followed by his top subordinates. "You seem to have fallen very far you know. Where's that grin you always seem to wear?"

There was no response, only a cold glare.

"Hm.. no matter. You will be talking today, that I can assure."