You were in a dark room, your wrists and torso tied to a wooden chair. A light from above suddenly flash-banged you, making you blink repeatedly for a moment, a short, cartoon-like man hanging on it as it gently swung. He jumped from the light to you as he grasped your shirt collar, getting close to your face with a loud, raspy voice and crazy eyes.

"You're gonna tell me EVERYTHING you know about agent 22, GOT IT? No funny business is getting past me, beanstalk."