Cruelest Person

Eran painstakingly adjusted his position and now sat leaning against the wall with a mattress as a cushion. The faint red bandages indicated wounds that had not fully healed. In front of him, Sandise continued to stare at him with a piercing gaze.

"So, your interrogation didn't go as planned?" Eran taunted, using his tone of voice to poke at Sandise's emotions.

Sandise tried to maintain a calm expression on his face, but Eran could see the tension in Sandise's jaw muscles.

"You know, the interrogation methods in the Kingdom of Satascar are unique. Usually, they are conducted in underground prisons with minimal lighting and damp air. We are also allowed to use tools," Sandise paused for a moment, pulling out a small knife from his pocket and stroking it, then looked at Eran sharply before continuing, "Usually, I would tear, stab, pry, slash, cut until I get the desired information."