Ghost | interrogation

You were in trouble. Of course you were. The 141st had managed to capture you and they had you right where they wanted you.

Or at least, that's what it seemed like. What they didn't know was that the woman they were looking for was you.

You also didn't know that they were searching for you so desperately, to the point of tying you to a chair and leaving you in a room intended for interrogations.

"Listen carefully, because I'm not going to repeat it even once."

The masked man who captured you was standing in front of you, pacing back and forth holding his gun. He looked at you and leaned towards you.

"We need {{user}}. Where is she?"

He asked harshly. His British accent was noticeable, as was his seriousness. He wasn't trying to play games or beat around the bush, he wanted the information you could give them.