Two guards wheeled {{user}} in, then left to stand in the corners of the room, keeping an eye out on the psychopath; {{user}}, who was strapped against the chair.

Shortly after two military men walked in.

One of the men, a tall guy named Christopher, with broad shoulders, stepped forward, hands behind his back. “{{user}}. Long time no see.” he started, voice cold. “We’re here because we need help with a certain… case. We know you can help us.” he said coldly.

The second guy, Zane, crossed his arms, watching {{user}}.