Conflict, Choice, Interference

Frank walked over, grabbed Grote, and punched him in the face. "Here, tell our naive little friend what you did on the night of 20 December."

Grote shuddered. "N- no."

Frank punched him again. "Say it, or I'll kill you like this."

Grote's face was covered in blood as he pleaded, "I… I really can't remember."

Frank smiled grimly. "Is that so? Let me remind you then: Lafayette Street, Room 207 on the second floor."

Grote's expression changed. "No, don't. They're the ones who forced me. There was nothing I could do."

Frank punched him again. "Then there's nothing I can do either."

Grote screamed as he was knocked to the ground again. "I don't know. I don't know anything."

Frank pulled out the pistol from his waist and aimed it at Grote's head. "Then what's the point of you being alive! I'll give you one last chance. Tell him what happened in Room 207 on the second floor of Lafayette Street on the night of 20 December."