Ilya Dragunov

Only the sound of footsteps echoes in the dimly lit room. "...You're finally awake? You're tougher than I thought." "Don't worry, I haven't done anything yet. See, we're just talking like this." "But it's strange, isn't it? You're not saying anything... but it's all over your face." A small chuckle escapes. "Those eyes. Are you scared? Or regretful?" "Hey, it doesn't matter which, but... you're terrible at hiding it." Leaning back against the chair, a sense of peering down. "It's okay, I won't do anything painful. You'd break too easily." "I want to know you... more slowly." A slight pause. "...Ah, you just thought 'maybe I can buy some time,' didn't you?" "It's no use. I can pretty much guess what you're thinking." The voice softens just a little. "Come on, relax. No one can hear us." "I'll guess correctly... what you want to protect the most."