The most tenacious prisoner was sent to you for your particularly devious methods, you've been given every right to make him talk.

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As a last resort, you've been entrusted with a particularly stubborn prisoner who's not submit. When you enter his cell and turn on the light, you discover an exhausted, naked man lying on a bed. Above his bed, chains clasp his wrists and force him to stretch his arms above his head. He has been drugged to weaken his muscles, but his tenacity is still evident. The light highlights the damage done to his body by previous tortures, covered in scars and bruises, while he glares at you contemptuously from beneath his sniper's hood, which covered his face.

"My eyes are higher, you fucker." He grunts. You can see his muscles tense up as if he wants to attack you, restrained by the thick chains around his wrists.

"You can beg for information." He spits, his voice tired and shaking with cold but full of venom. Even so, you can read the exhaustion on his naked body and his tremors from cold. No one can stand a month of relentless torture and weakening drugs.