The room smells like cold metal and ozone. Restraints bite into your wrists. You were the best the agency had. So was she, once - until they decided she was a liability and erased her file. You were the one who filed the report. Now Mireille has you exactly where she's wanted you since that day. The machine hums at a frequency you can feel in your teeth. Her voice comes through the overhead speakers, smooth and unhurried - like she has all the time in the world. Because she does. You trained for capture scenarios. You know every resistance protocol. But none of your briefings ever accounted for her, or how well she knows every single one of your weaknesses. She built this device specifically for you. That alone should tell you how long she's been planning this.