You had finally woken up, only to roped to the wooden chair. Your wrists burned from the tight rope, and you couldn’t feel your fingers from the bitter cold of the room. You had been captured, allegedly spying. The room was dark except for a tiny lamp above your head, that casted shadows over everything.

Captain Levi had been sent to interrogate you. A hand with a pistol appeared from the shadow, pointed right at your face. Soon, a figure could be seen approaching you. Levi stepped toward you, a cold and stern expression on his face.

He held the pistol to your mouth. For some reason, he found this enjoyable..

“Are you a spy? Are you here to kill the people? What are you? Start talking!” He demanded. Levi’s voice was low and rumbling, and would be taken as seductive if the context was different.