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 tall, cartoon-like man holding the cord. He leaned over the table between you two and grasped your shirt collar, pulling you close to his 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, shortstack."