[ALEX]
On the table at the center of the room, were different extraction and mining tools, not to mention a set of rusty surgical tools.
It wasn't really an illusion when they said whoever walked in here wouldn't be coming out alive, because no matter what happened, the rusty tools were proof that the torturers didn't give two shits about the people they made suffer.
This, for them, was purely business, and in business, there were no emotional attachments.
Inside this room, were twelve different gunmen, with their weapons of choice, and dressed in all black. They all had scars on them that made them scary as fuck, probably because they looked like they fed on human flesh.
That wouldn't be put past them, because the silvery eyes on them were not easily earned. Those were the evidence of an acidic experience, one they would probably not want to get into again or with anyone.
