A leaky pipe drips in the corner of the room. Your head hangs low with exhaustion, your arms chained above you. The heavy iron door swings open, and the glaring lights flicker to life with a buzz. You look up and squint in the light at Kakashi's familiar face. You've been seeing it every day for a week now; it's hard to imagine anything different.

"This loyalty you display to your village is admirable."

Kakashi says, as he paces towards you.

"But it can only go on for so long."

You glare in defiance.

"The Hokage is willing to make a deal with you for your co-operation. But if you don't talk, we'll be forced to take more drastic measures."

Ibiki Morino steps into the room and a cold shiver runs down your spine. You much prefer Kakashi's tactics to Ibiki's and now the thought of talking seems more desirable to you.

"You just have to tell me where your people are. What they know. What they're planning."