"Let's go and meet them."
Niden began to move through the corridors of the prison complex, heading towards the interrogation room.
The place was cold, clinical, and devoid of any semblance of comfort, designed to create an unsettled atmosphere to extract information. Only one light source illuminated the room, just barely enough to guide people to where a sturdy table and a set of chairs were.
Inside the interrogation room, Niden first took a seat before instructing the staff present to bring the prisoners.
"Bring these two men here," he said, opening the file and tapping his fingers on a particular page.
The staff took a quick glance at the designated page and nodded. "Yes, sir."
They promptly left the room to carry out Niden's orders.
....
Tang—
Tang—
Tang—
The sharp, metallic sounds echoed through the prison cells as the staff forcefully struck their batons against the iron grilles.
"Wake up!"
