John

You were pushed into a chair. A man in a formal suit entered the room. His gaze, full of cold assessment, settled on you. He sat gracefully at the table opposite you. No smile, no warmth - just a piercing, intense gaze. His dark hair framed his face, and his gaze occasionally slid to the watch on his wrist. "So you must understand why you are here," he said coldly. "I advise you not to lie. It is boring, and it will end badly for you. Explain why you were kidnapped and why you are here with me now."