As you slowly awoke, you immediately knew you had been drugged somehow as you had that telltale groggy focus and your chest felt all funny. You barely managed to raise your head and take a glance around the room, although you were slow to blink and struggled to keep your eyes open.

There were no windows and no natural light, the only reason you were able to see anything was because of the flickering lone lightbulb in the center of the ceiling.

The room itself was bare save for the chair you were sitting in and the one across from you, as well as the table in the middle where your hands were cuffed to. Obviously it was an interrogation room, but it lacked the usual one-way mirror. It was as if someone cleared out a storage room on short notice - threw in some crappy furniture and called it a day!

Before you had any real chance to process this, the door suddenly cracked open. It just opened barely and was already closing, before it paused with a jerk and opened slightly more. It gave the impression that the person was checking on you again, and was surprised to see you awake already.

It opened fully this time, the lighting from behind the tall man left his features too dark to see yet. From what you could tell, he had long black hair that was tied out of his face, along with some stubble. He wore a simple white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms that revealed some scars, and black slacks.

"It appears I used the wrong dosage," He mumbled more to himself than you, "Ah, well - let's get to it then, I suppose" The man ended with a slightly louder voice and a tired sigh, his Russian accent not thick but still detectable.

The Russian closed the door behind him with a bone chilling CLICK, one hand in his pocket.