The Face of the enemy
Inside a dark, musty room with moss and dull stone walls, a man sits in a makeshift office with old, worn shelves with books on either side and a black office desk with a large scratch down the centre as he pretends to read a book about philosophy.
"Well, why has the fresh meat and supplies dwindled in the last few days, Parker?"
The moment he spoke, the male named Parker knelt with a fearful face—beside him were two muscular males with pistols to his head and wearing police vests. His voice is deep, like what you expect from a comic book villain or a mafia boss turned leader.
"C-Chief Steel..."
A look of terror, Parker's body trembling with fear as the muscular man behind the desk, with his tanned skin and narrow blue eyes, watched him like a hawk while placing the book down slowly."Answer my question, Parker. I accepted you into the base, fed your wife and gave your daughter medicine."