He realized that he wasn't going to be able to do anything against them. It would only end up worse for him as they would start to think that he's a rebel just like Sascha. And he knew what happened to rebels. they were killed.

She smiled as she noticed that he was finally giving up any unwelcome attempts. She walked towards him and ruffled his hair as if he was just a little boy and she was his mother. When she was done, she sat down in her chair again. It seemed that all she was doing now was waiting, and because of that he couldn't help but feel that he had to be silent. He wasn't sure if any words would worsen his situation but he also hoped that he would be able to talk her into giving him some leniency even though he was just given the warning of how that wouldn't be the case at all.

Before long, he would see another one of the cars outside of the shop. He also noticed people starting to gather. No doubt they were curious about what was happening. They hadn't seen so many vehicles in the same place. One was already a big deal but two? Something really bad must be going on.

He felt a strong hand grip his arm and he was pulled onto his feet. He was lead outside and was made to sit in the backseat while the woman sat in the front.

Both of them were driven away towards the center of the city, towards the embassy.

The embassy was a large stone building with the flag of the country hanging by the sides. It was formerly for another country but the flags were changed once the borders were closed. Nobody, except the employees, had gone in such a long time and he suspected that it was being used for something else. The entire time he was unable to confirm his suspicions but now he finally was.

He was taken out and lead inside and one the way he noticed that a keycard had to be used to get inside. That was strange. He thought that was only used for locations that had some sort of top-secret information.

The interior of the building was as beautiful as he had always remembered it. The vast space always had natural light filtering in and it brought the beauty of the stone walls. But he couldn't admire it like he did every other time that he was here. This time was different. He came in as a prisoner, not as a citizen.

He was taken down a flight of stairs and into one of the rooms, and it looked more like an interrogation room than the office that it formerly was. He was placed down on the side of the table that was away from the door and the woman remained watching him the entire time.

Her gaze was so intense that it was practically going straight through him and into his soul. He felt like he couldn't lie, and that if he tried, he would start burning from the inside. He knew that his fears were strange and specific, but he couldn't shake the worries. They kept getting more intense as time passed on and it got to the point that he couldn't relax in his chair. It was like a small child waiting to get yelled at.

Though he had initially tried to think of ways that he could run, he could no longer focus on that. Now, all he could think about was not being killed right where he sat.

"So tell me, Lionel, what was the point of trying to warn your dear friend about what was to happen to him?"