Interrogation

The soldier tries to turn his head to see who's holding him at sword point, but I press the blade a bit harder against his skin, just enough to nick him, causing a thin line of blood to form on his neck.

"No turning around for you. Let's keep this exchange free of blood, shall we? I've got some questions, and you're going to give me answers. I'm not a murderer, so if I like what I hear, I will only knock you out and let you live." I lie through my teeth as naturally as I breathe.

The soldier gulps with terror but nods his head in acceptance.

"Good. Now, tell me, how did you end up in this delightful situation? What happened?"

He answers with a shaky voice after swallowing a large lump. "I… I woke up, had breakfast, and started my shift. Everything was normal until my squad mates and I started getting sick. We… we all ate the same bad food."