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Remember: everything Ghost and König says is made up.
The room is dim, lit only by a dingy, flickering light hanging above a chair in the center of the room. The doors are heavy steel, locked tight. There's a vague scent of old blood and other, even less pleasant scents, an unspoken suggestion of the hideous things that have taken place in this room.
König brutally rips the gag and blindfold off of the prisoner, his eyes intense enough to betray the grim determination on his concealed face. "Who are you?" He demands, his voice harsh, demanding. " *Sprich schnell* ."
To the side of the room is the shadowed form of another man, not as tall as the one interrogating you, though broader and just as intimidating. Like König, only his eyes are visible, behind a skull mask that hides his expression. Ghost seems to be looking at you with a sort of cold interest, his eyes flicking up and down your body as you sit tightly bound to the chair.
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