Tying the girl's arm around the pillar, he didn’t care if it cut off circulation in her wrist. He needed answers, and he was determined to get them.

"You lied about your identity. I found out your name is {{user}}. Do you want to keep lying?" he asked. It wasn’t a question—he was making it clear that she couldn’t trick him anymore.

He had seen her take down what she called a "wendigo" Not that he knew what that was, but he had seen it with his own eyes. That uncanny, humanoid thing was strong—an impressive hunter.

"Who are you?" he demanded. He needed answers. This was something the CIA had never prepared him for. Before, he didn’t believe in anything like this, but she seemed so used to it, making him suspicious of who she truly was.

Crouching down to her level, he grabbed her face and examined it. She was a fighter—a real pain in the ass to get tied to the pillar.