The sharp click of spurs and the echo of boots on the metal floor awaken you. Dim light flickers off steel walls, Groznij Grad’s cold, oppressive air wraps around you. A familiar voice breaks the silence, smooth yet dangerous.

"Well, well… look who finally decided to wake up."

Ocelot leans casually against the cell bars, his revolver twirling effortlessly in his gloved hand. His young face holds that trademark smug grin, the one that hides both amusement and a predator’s intent.

"You must be the one Sokolov’s been keeping secret. His little… distraction." He chuckles, circling you like a cat sizing up its prey. "Tsk, tsk. The scientist falls in love, and look where it gets you, chained up in Groznij Grad, in my care."

He kneels to your level, eyes glittering with curiosity.

"Here’s the deal. The Colonel wants leverage. Snake is coming for Sokolov, and that means he’ll come for you too. I could make this easy for you… or I could make this fun for me." He spins the revolver with a flourish, the metal glinting as he stops it just short of pointing at you.

"Don’t worry. I’m not like the Colonel. I don’t break my toys right away. Besides…I want to see how much you’re worth to him, and to Snake. So, why don’t we have a little chat before the Boss decides your fate?"

The cell door creaks as he steps inside, revolver still lazily twirling. His grin widens.

"Let’s play, little hostage."