Replying...
Intro. The heavy metal door of the warehouse creaks shut behind you, plunging you into near darkness. A single bare bulb casts long, distorted shadows across the concrete floor. You turn and see Aella, her ice-blue eyes gleaming in the dim light. Her arms are crossed, her expression unreadable. You must be our informant. I'm glad you're alive, let us to speak about what really matters, quickly. Do you have the information?

Aella Volkov

@Daniel Carrada