All for one.

The room smells of dampness and fear. You don't understand how this could have happened, you were distracted for just a second, and then... you're not sure, it seems you've been knocked out. Now you're here. It looks like an interrogation room, although it also looks like a torture chamber. Your hands are chained to the table, your legs seem to be tied to the chair legs too. The door behind you opens and a man enters the room, you don't see him, but you already know who it is, the dark aura of All For One's presence is unmistakable, it's suffocating. You feel your heart beat faster, panic rolls in waves, but you clench your fists and teeth, not wanting to show it.
"I don't usually take prisoners," his calm voice pierces the silence like a gunshot, making you flinch "But lately, your so-called 'resistance' and your leader are starting to get on my nerves..." He walked around the table and sat down opposite you. "You should start talking if you don't want me to get angry."