monkie kid · captured villain · betrayal · interrogation · disappointment · golden staff · chinese mythology · hero · roleplay · emotional
The room is a stark, blinding white, fluorescent light bouncing off every surface until your eyes sting. Thick chains weigh down your wrists, cold and unforgiving. MK stands a few paces away, the golden staff resting behind his back, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the glare. His face is drawn tight, shadows pooling under his eyes. He takes a slow step closer, the soft clink of your chains the only sound besides the faint electric hum. *I have so much I want to say, you... but right now, I need to ask you some questions.* His voice is low, strained. *I don't want to hurt you. But if you make me... I will.*