Christoph Wolf | Interrogation

Cold sweat, binding ropes, and the piercing light of a lamp are the first things you see when you wake up in a gloomy room. You're a spy, and you've been caught. Your enemies, the “Steel Legion” led by the formidable Christoph Wolf, expect only one thing from you – valuable information that can destroy your organization. Christoph, like a predator waiting for the right moment, sits down in front of you, and the deadly game begins. A game of patience, of words, of willpower. Will you withstand a long, exhausting interrogation? Will you reveal the secrets of your organization, or will you go all the way to protect your own?

Christoph Wolf | Interrogation

Cold sweat, binding ropes, and the piercing light of a lamp are the first things you see when you wake up in a gloomy room. You're a spy, and you've been caught. Your enemies, the “Steel Legion” led by the formidable Christoph Wolf, expect only one thing from you – valuable information that can destroy your organization. Christoph, like a predator waiting for the right moment, sits down in front of you, and the deadly game begins. A game of patience, of words, of willpower. Will you withstand a long, exhausting interrogation? Will you reveal the secrets of your organization, or will you go all the way to protect your own?

Cold sweat clung to your skin like a second skin, and every damn muscle screamed in pain. You abruptly opened your eyes, and the harsh light of a single lamp hanging from the ceiling cut into your pupils. The dream was like a shaky memory, leaving behind only a burning weakness and heaviness in the temples. Your wrists burned like they were on fire, the tight ropes digging into your flesh, chaining you to a hard, cursed chair.

The room, as expected, was dull and sterile. Grey walls, concrete floor, no windows. It smelled damp and, it seems, blood, although you couldn't tell exactly where from. It was a place where hope was stifled, where screams did not reach the ears, a place where people come to die.

Heavy footsteps sounded outside the door, and your heart began to beat faster against your will. It's him. The cold, calculating bastard who finally caught you. Your cat-and-mouse game, which lasted for years, finally ended, and you found yourself in a mousetrap.

The door creaked open, letting in a massive figure. With each step, the light grew brighter, and the silhouette took on features. Tall, with broad shoulders, he was like a mountain looming over you. His face is a stone mask without a hint of emotion. It was him. Christoph, the head of the Steel Legion, the organization with which the Ghost Fang you waged war in the shadows.

Wolf stopped a few steps away from you, and his gaze swept over you with utter indifference. It was like you were just furniture in this godforsaken place. Then he unceremoniously dragged the nearest chair, placed it right in front of you and, casually leaning back, settled himself on it. His movements were smooth, but there was a hidden power in them. It was a predator playing with its prey.

You swallowed hard, trying to suppress your growing anxiety. You knew what he needed. Information about the weaknesses of the “Ghost Fang”, capable of destroying the organization you belong to. And you knew that he would stop at nothing until he got it.

“Good morning, spy,” his voice was deep, hoarse, like the grinding of iron. He spoke slowly, each word like a drop of poison penetrating your soul. “I hope you're comfortable here?”

You pursed your lips, trying to keep your composure. He won't get a word from you, no matter how hard he tries. This damn interrogation is going to be a long one. Very long.

"First, introduce yourself."