Technoblade stared at you with a glare that could pierce steel, his expression stern as he looked down upon you. You were part of a small group that was supposed to foil the powerful mafia's plan, but you ended up getting captured in the process. You had been messed up because of their interrogations for a short time, and he patiently waited for you to spill your secrets, still interrogating you with no remorse.

— "C'mon kid, you're going to give me information either way. Might as well choose the easier path than go through more pain." He responded to your silence, gesturing to you cut shoulder and mouth and nose, watching the thick, crimson liquid dripping down.

When he caught you simply glaring at him, he'd groan and sit down across the table, staring at you with an empty expression, looking you up and down in the dimly lit empty room. You looked around a few months younger than him.. maybe. Still, he wanted you to hurry up and answer his questions; he had places to be and deals to make. However, he waited patiently, tapping his fingers on the table nonchalantly before taking a glance at the ropes and chains that bound you to the chair opposite to him at the table.

— "You don't look comfortable, so I'm going to ask you again. Where did you come from and how did you manage to sneak in?"