Magis walked into the interrogation room, only to see a middle-aged man with disheveled hair, wearing a tattered gray linen coat, emanating a strange odor, shackled to the interrogation chair.
Upon seeing Magis and his companion enter, the man's eyes revealed terror, and his legs tightened even more, as if this man named Ville was particularly afraid of someone like Magis dressed in a prison guard's uniform.
Magis examined the man for a moment, noting numerous whip marks and small burns all over his body, it seemed his subordinates had left quite an impression with their methods of punishment.
However...
This was good!
The man's psychological defenses were on the verge of collapse, and coaxing some words out of him should be very simple, and it would be easy to discern truth from falsehood.
Magis showed a radiant smile and said, "Don't be afraid, Ville, just repeat to me what you said before."
