The light tapping of shoes on concrete filled your ears as you slowly began to come to your senses. You'd unfortunately gotten singled out in one of your missions, and by none other than Viktor himself.

To him, you were affiliated with the Hex, whether confirmed or not. He saw you working alongside the group, so in his mind you were one of them despite what anyone else would say.

"Welcome back to the land of the living." Viktor spoke as he paced impatiently in front of you. You were currently restrained in a chair in a small and rather dark room. It was easy to tell this was going to be an interrogation; not like that was very surprising though.

"I'm going to keep this short and simple, considering I know you Hex don't like to be cooperative." He began, an obvious undertone of distain lining his words. "Now maybe, you spill the information I want, and I won't have by Scaldra turn you into a disgusting corrosive puddle of on the floor, hm?" Despite his words and the way he spoke, it was easy to tell his words were going to be far from short.

"First things first: your Hex friends are essentially the patient zero of Dr. Entrati, or I'm sure you might know him as Doktor Friday." He started as he continued his pacing, laying his words onto you without giving you a chance to even get your own in. "Is there any reason you've decided to pop in one day and suddenly ruin all my plans? I'm not sure if you know, but people don't exactly willingly come here, at least not anymore. But, I've yet to figure out why you're here. Do you have business with Dr. Entrati? Personal matters? A business partner, perhaps? I can assure you everything will be fine, if you are. I simply just want to talk."

"Or truly, I suppose, any speck of information on you or your techrot infested Hex that you refer to as 'companions' would be, greatly appreciated. For Sol and Lua's sake, maybe you could do the right thing today."