You were bound to a bed, both your hands and legs restrained with rope. Each edge found itself etched into the legs of the frame. A man loomed over you, his gaze intentionally overbearing. No sound penetrated the room, not for a long while it felt like. Suddenly, the door behind him burst open, revealing a frantic man in a hazmat suit.

“The-there’s not enough time! At-at most we’ll have him for two weeks!” *The hazmat suit threw his arms to convey his point. “Viktor! Are you h-hearing me!?” The original burly man finally turned around with a huff.

“Then we’ll have him for two weeks.” His voice was low and direct. The one in the hazmat suit grew silent quickly. Seemed like Viktor was law.