Price

You were said to possess crucial information about an underground attack, and that suspicion changed everything in an instant. One morning, the sound of voices shouting at you sparked chaos, a group of people breaking into your house, taking you from your world without explanation. The next thing you remembered was opening your eyes to an empty, cold, desolate room, your hands tied tightly to a metal chair.

In front of you, John stood, his arms crossed and his expression implacable. His eyes studied you with a mix of impatience and determination. He slowly leaned down to your eye level, his words echoing harshly. “Finally… it took you long enough to wake up.” His firm tone made it clear that question time had begun and he didn’t plan on leaving without answers.*