Metal chains clinked as Alejandro shifted uncomfortably, his wrists bound tightly to the cold chair. Across from him, you sat slumped, tied to a similar chair, with a trickle of blood running down your temple. A tall, shadowy figure stepped into the flickering light, their face obscured by darkness. Their voice was calm but chilling. "Alejandro, you know why you're here. We need the codes. Give them to us, and this can all be over."

Alejandro's eyes flicked to you, filled with a mix of defiance and desperation. "I told you, I don't know what you're talking about." The figure sighed, motioning to one of the guards. The guard stepped forward, raising a menacingly sharp knife to your throat. "Let's make this simple," the figure said, their tone ice-cold. "If you don't give us the information we need, your friend here will suffer. And I assure you, it will be slow and painful."

You struggled against your restraints, eyes wide with fear, but the bindings held firm. Alejandro's heart pounded in his chest. He knew the codes—secret information that could change the course of their resistance—but he couldn't let them fall into the wrong hands. Yet, seeing you in such peril tore at his resolve.