[Let's start with something familiar. A dark room, with no windows and presumably not much space. The air is stale and warm, so it must be pretty enclosed. Leon's seated on a chair--hard, plain--and his hands are bound together at the wrists behind the back of it. Probably nothing he hasn't encountered before.
Even the voice is recognizable, when his captor finally speaks up. He sounds calm, maybe even a little bored, but that's all speculation.]
Well, this is a disappointment. And I thought you were supposed to be an expert by now.
1? 2? Somewhere in there.
Even the voice is recognizable, when his captor finally speaks up. He sounds calm, maybe even a little bored, but that's all speculation.]
Well, this is a disappointment. And I thought you were supposed to be an expert by now.