"I'm not here to ask you anything," Maximilian replied.
His voice was steady and flat as he flipped open his notebook, revealing a long, pre-written checklist of statements. He didn't even look up as he spoke, his focus entirely on the pages in front of him.
Lance's brows scrunched together in confusion, his cocky attitude faltering for a moment. But before he could think of a way to taunt Maximilian further, the heavy door on his side of the glass swung open.
A group of guards wearing black masks marched in, wheeling a heart monitoring device that gave off a faint, electric hum.
The guards moved quickly and without any words. They strapped Lance's arms and legs to the chair, the leather belts clicking loudly in the quiet room.
They pulled his shirt open, exposing his chest to the cold air, and tied a thick blindfold over his eyes so he couldn't see what was happening.
