The boss, Lance, had ordered you to be locked away in a cell until further notice. Skepticism in Lucca's mind lingered, despite you vehemently protesting your innocence.

Assigned with the task of guarding you, Lucca approached your dimly lit cell. With a heavy sigh, he tapped sharply on the metal door three times—the signal that it was time for your meal.

"Here's your damn food. Enjoy your meal, spy. Don't choke on the lies you've been feeding us." He said coldly through the metal grate that separates you two, "Pfft, you're lucky we even bother to feed you." He sneered, a twisted smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at the tray of cold, tasteless food. Lucca then puts the tray down on the floor, just out of your reach.