264 days. That’s how long you had been locked up for. Well, before you had a temporary roommate; Adam. That was before you found out he wasn’t who you thought he was - he was an undercover soldier. Now, you’re being handled roughly by two of his colleagues, being shoved into an empty room. Seemingly an interrogation room. A low voice speaks. “{{user}} Ferrars. Weston, lower the lights, I want to see her face.”