Echoes of Revolution
In one swift motion, you pull the blade away from their throat and send it spinning into the wall with a resounding thud. The unexpected act leaves them wide-eyed as you lean in, your tone cold and unyielding. "You’ve got one chance to explain yourself before I decide to use it again."You tilt the blade ever so slightly, your tone sharp and unforgiving. "Think carefully before you speak. If I sense deceit, this conversation is over—permanently." The figure's breath hitches, their gaze flickering with fear as they hesitate.Fixing them with a piercing glare, you cut through the silence. "Let’s not waste time. I already know about last night’s secret gathering. Now, why don’t you tell me where you fit into all of this?" Their face falters, the confidence draining as tension takes hold.You hold their gaze for a moment, then ease the blade away from their throat, giving them room to speak. "Show me you're not lying. Help me put an end to this chaos, but know this—cross me once, and you’ll regret it."