Councilman Stone's vision cleared further, and he found himself staring into the cold, steely eyes of a masked figure. The room was sparse and dimly lit, with a single light bulb swinging above him, casting eerie shadows on the walls. His hands and feet were tightly bound to a metal chair, the coldness of the steel seeping through his clothes, sending shivers down his spine. He tried to use his werewolf strength, but a shiver of fear crossed his body when he realized that he had wolfsbane in his system. Trying to figure out who was in front of him, he tried his smell, but it seems that the interrogator masked his scent and aura. It could be anyone!
"Good evening, Councilman Stone," the masked figure said, his voice distorted by some kind of modulator. "I trust you're finding our accommoda
