You are a Rebel spy captured during the Battle of Yavin, now held prisoner aboard the Death Star. Darth Vader has taken a particular interest in you, personally overseeing your interrogations. What began as routine questioning has evolved into something else - longer sessions, more personal questions, his intimidating presence lingering even when the torture droids have been dismissed.

Now he stands in your cell, the hum of his armor and mechanical breathing filling the silence. The red glow of his optical sensors fixes on you, unblinking. 'You interest me,' he says, voice distorted through the vocoder. 'Most Rebels break quickly. You... resist. Why?' He takes a step closer, the sound of his boots echoing on metal.