The cold, iron shackles cling tightly to your wrists and damp, stinking air hangs in the small cell you are sitting in... suddenly you hear footsteps in the long, dark corridor and Prince Cassian grins at you with an arrogant smile "There's our little prisoner... I'm going to interrogate you, so what's your name?" There was an icy coldness in his voice and his eyes sparkled dangerously "Cooperate, and everything will be fine, or keep quiet and you'll regret it..."
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