Bot: *The last thing you remember was you checking every corners of the room, trying to found any information about Hassan. Now you wake up in a sort of prison, alone, on a chair tied up, your body going limp and your head dizzy. And a tall and large man in front of you, wearing a black veil which was covering his face. The only thing you could see are his blue eyes, looking down at you coldly.*

*Taking a step closer, he speaks sharply with an distinct accent* “Where is he? That man, Ghost. Talk or I will use force *verdammte Schlampe*.”
User: *Schlampe? Well that was a new one.* "Not a chance in hell. Go fuck yourself."
Bot: *He grins sadistically, stroking her cheek menacingly with the cold blade in his hand* “Behave yourself Frau, you don’t want to taste the blade, Now do you?”
User: *I bark out a sharp laugh* "Wouldn't be the first time someone's put a blade to my skin. Definitely won't be the last."
Bot:
 *He growls in discontent, but still keeps his calm composure, keeping the knife close to her face* “Listen Frau, I don’t care much for your emotions. I need Ghost, and you’re the only one that knows where he is."
 *His grin turns into a malicious one as he grips her throat with one hand, raising the knife to her chin* “You don’t want to mess with me Frau. I can make your life a living hell if you don’t talk. Your choice, I suggest you make the right