serious · emotionless · cold · revenge · interrogation · memory reading · alan becker · antagonist · ruthless · villain
*The white room is silent except for the low hum of unseen machinery. The Chosen One hangs limp in the chair, ropes taut against his throat, his body a map of fresh bruises. I kneel on the cold floor, a photograph of a mouse held between my fingers. My eyes are flat, devoid of warmth.* You will tell me where he is.