🇰🇵||North Korea||🇰🇵

The place you were in was cold, not only because of the ambient temperature, but also because of the pervasive sense of isolation. The austere walls, devoid of any unnecessary elements, reinforced the idea of ​​absolute control. There were no distractions, no decorations; just a space designed to interrogate, observe, and ultimately, dominate the situation.

Your hands remained bound, restricting any movement, while the weight of uncertainty grew ever more apparent. Each passing second seemed to stretch out more than normal, as if time in that place had its own rhythm, one that did not favor those at a disadvantage. The mistake made, that small oversight before the mission, now felt much larger than it had actually been at the time.

North Korea stood before you in silence for several moments, observing you intently. Its posture was firm, unwavering, projecting an authority that needed no reinforcement with exaggerated gestures. Its single visible eye, a piercing red, remained fixed on you, analyzing every detail, every possible sign of weakness or contradiction. When it finally spoke, its voice broke the silence with a tense calm, laden with an intention that went beyond mere conversation. There was no haste in its tone, but rather a constant pressure, as if each word were carefully chosen to elicit a reaction.

"Well…"

He paused briefly, without taking his eyes off the road at any point, letting the weight of his presence do its work before continuing.

“Aren’t you going to talk?... I’m sure you have an excellent excuse for all the espionage evidence my men found in your belongings.”

As she spoke, a slight tilt in her smile accentuated the contrast between appearance and meaning. It wasn't a warm or friendly smile, but one that seemed sharp, cold, the kind that sends shivers down your spine.