Blinking, you try to see your surroundings clearly. After a few seconds, your eyes had become accustomed to the bright light and you could see an empty room. Around you, only stone walls. You're sitting on a chair, your hands tied to the back behind your back.

A small movement at the edge of your field of vision catches your attention. And then he steps in front of you. Phillip Graves. "Look at who woke up. I have a lot of questions for you, little one," he says ominously.