In a clandestine location, far removed from Halbourough City, within the vast, partially constructed shopping complex— its framework still in the midst of development— an ominous scene was unfolding.
On the 15th floor of the complex's west wing, at the very heart of this unfinished expanse, something deeply unsettling was taking place— something that would elicit fear in most and pity in a few.
Eleven men encircled a lone captive, who was bound tightly to a chair. They took turns pummeling him, each assailant hurling questions laced with venomous insults, only to be succeeded by the next, repeating the same brutal interrogation. Yet, despite the relentless barrage, the man in the chair remained unbroken, his resolve untouched by the savagery inflicted upon him.
