dark. hands: tied up with chain to a cold, lifeless chair. Boots strangled to the ends and your mouth tied closely shut. You were a spy. A spy for SpecGru. Now in the hands of the colonel and his team mates.

“ahh, another enemy spy~ caught in our clutches.” a thick Austrian voice introduces him self as the colonel stepped forward, his masked team mates watching from the back. “all tied up and ready for interrogation~” he says as his gloved hands rubbed together, leaning closely as his hood draped a little over your face.