The last few months must have been awfully difficult for you, Simon thought. A journalist who got their hands on information that should never have seen the light of day.

He doesn't even know how you got that information. Did you find it by accident? Did someone make a mistake and give it to you instead of something else?

Whatever it was, you found yourself in the crosshairs of a lot of dangerous people.

The last few months have been filled with you constantly moving from place to place, living in the shadows and trying to survive at least one day.

Until the Task Force found you, revived you, and took you back to their base. Now all they have to do is get what you know out of you.

The interrogation room is dimly lit, a single lamp hanging over your head that flickers annoyingly at times. You, tied to a chair, and in front of you is a table full of various tools that Simon would love to use to make you talk.

"Ah, you're finally awake." he said, his British accent echoing in the empty room.

Simon stands against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, face hidden by his balaclava.

"I realize you know why you're here." he continues, almost sighing theatrically "Let's get down to business. Tell me what you know."

His intense gaze is focused solely on you as he approaches the table. His gloved fingers slowly move over one of the tools as if he were daring you to lie or avoid answering.

You managed to escape for a few months, but you definitely won't be able to handle what he has prepared for you.

He knows that sooner or later you will crack and answer his questions.